[He smirks, briefly, at the thud and nods in response. He comes a little closer, but is still careful not to come too close to Molly.]

It's real. There are some things the Fae can't fake. [Like being able to feed. The need for it, the warm brilliant life of it. He pushes the thought away and gestures back towards the way he'd come.]

Apparently we ended up in somebody's science fair project gone wrong.