“So … that part is true, then. The Seelie and the Unseelie.” Summer pursed her lips for a moment, filing that information away. “Your own preferences, hey? So, what, the idea was to build a place where you could indulge yourself?”
Vex listened to her words, surprised by the older-terms that she was using. The Fae had been calling them Light and Dark for decades, but she had the technical terminology right regardless. He nodded at the inquiry as he replied, “For the most part, yes.”
“Lucky you.” Awkwardly, Summer turned away. She didn’t know what else to say to this man. She’d invited him up on a whim, and now their conversation had wandered off into strange byways and things she hated showing to anyone, let alone a stranger. Picking up the cup again, she took it into the kitchen, for lack of anything better to do.