The sluagh slides over towards the corner, making as though he is staying out of the way, and pauses a few paces from the Eiluned. A whisper, lips scarely moving, meant for the Sidhe's ears alone. "Tell me why I shall not reveal your presence, and be quick about it." The tiny knife palmed in his hand - likely not worth even carrying, but it makes him feel better to have something, at least.