"Now, that's just hogwash. You see, murder requires intent. And the wee lad I remember from way back when couldn't have murdered a fly if it bit him square on the nose. ...but... least ways the way I know it, he wasn't blameless. Though to hold him to any account would be cruel and unusual, him being as he is was a big part of the story." He moistens his throat with a sip from his mug.
"Imagine, if you would, being a normal, everyday girl growing up in a small town. Until one day, everything flips upside down - magic is real, fairies exist, and not only that, but the boy next door that you were already soft on turns out to be an Elven Prince that has fallen in love with you. She was once only meant to be the Carnival Queen, but your Baron, he was struck down by cupid's arrow, and the romance that followed was one for the story books. The only thing that could have made their love complete was a child, and soon he came along as well. They tried to take care, giving her the proper time in Mundania to recover from the glitz and glam of Fairyland... and it worked out well enough, until the boy hatched into a pooka. He was young for it too, maybe... mmm, six or seven? And the Dreaming, she took a heavy hand when she molded this boy. An extra blessing of everything that makes us fantastic and mystical. From the day he Crysalized, he was the proud owner of a Fae seeming, but one that bled heavy into his mortal mein as well. Ears and a tail, clear as crystal, there for any old body to see."