The faerie's eyes dart around curiously at that, not looking very intimidated but instead rather curious. They let the sculpture fall apart with a chuckle, and fly in close to Strange's face.

"But think, Jonathan Strange. Do you really want me here?"

The way the last far is said is daunting, much like the way they say his name is. Of course, then the fae flutters over to he candle that Strange had set down at the start. They lift it up in a hand, moving quickly.

"Ooh, what's this do?"