She blinked at him, puzzled. “A Mesmer. Dare I ask, or are you enjoying confusing /me/ now? And what does that have to do with your resistance?”The Mesmer could only shake his head at the woman. If she didn’t know of his species, then she likely knew very little of the Fae, be them Light or Dark. Then again, Vex wasn’t entirely sure how this woman would have been classified anyways. “Yes, a Mesmer.” Pausing momentarily, his voice sharpened as he added, “As to my resistance, perhaps you should accept that I’m more powerful than your empathetic nonsense.”
“Empathetic?” Summer’s voice spiralled up with annoyance. “You don’t want to say things like that to me, Vex. You don’t want to play this game.” She sighed and picked up the cup, turning it in her hands. “No, okay, skip that.” The fluffy cat jumped off the couch and padded over to her, twining around her ankles and looking up with blue eyes.
“Can we go back to you telling me what you are? Because mesmer doesn’t actually mean anything to me, and you’re acting like it should.”