Mitch's eyes widened at the mention of running through a burning building. "You ran through a burning building?" Now that was interesting! Mitch looked at her own arms for scars, but where he had many she had none.
"The Fae are weird, yes!" Mitch shrugged. "But it's okay, I cannot be stolen. I already belong to Taliesen. We did that whole handshake thing and everything!"
Angelo needed something to drink. In fact, with that in mind, Angelo flagged down the waiter, ordering a scotch. Sure, it was only lunch, but who the fuck cared?
He needed a drink.
"You can't belong to someone on the island," Angelo pointed out. "That's slavery, and it's illegal. And I don't know what handshake thing you're talking about."
Mitch watched a hint amused as Angelo got himself a drink. People on this side of the world were as strange as in Underhill, just different types of strange.
"I know the laws," Mitch said. Or, at least, she knew them well enough. "And yes you do. It was the same handshake you did for your deal."
Then Mitch thought about it, trying to recall all the reading materials she'd gone over about the island. "There is that thing called 'contract law' here. I suppose what we have is closest to that. Legally, I am not a slave here and I have never been treated like a slave. But, but, but, I did become an indentured servant back in Underhill for some political reasons as well as personal ones."
"You look very pale right now, are you going to be alright?"
So she'd effectively sold herself for something. Just like he had, only his deal hadn't ended with him serving Taliesen. That didn't sit well with Angelo at all, and he accepted his drink when the waitress appeared, taking it carefully before taking a big deep gulp.
It burned on its way down, but it made him feel a bit better for stupid reasons. The don had always liked scotch.
"Indentured servitude, then. A demonic contract. Technically valid as long as they both consented to start and there's no shadiness going on," Angelo recited somewhat mechanically. "I'll be fine. I just don't like the idea of it."
"Shadiness? I file paperwork! Mooostly. Unless I do it wrong. Oh, and make calls."
Mitch considered Angelo from where he sat, his discomfort not lost on her but still confusing. It bothered Mitch that she was the one who had made him feel this way. She assumed he didn't want her touching him, so she stuffed away the urge to reach over and pat his hand.
"It's okay, really," she said, serious where she wasn't totally before. "It's not forever and I have known Taliesen for a hundred years. He is good." She nodded confidently at that.
Then, Mitch winked at him, "one does not survive Under the Hill by being stupid. Nope."
Hundreds of years. That was... his lifespan, probably. He really had no idea how old he'd live to be, but after his deal with Taliesen that was probably it, wasn't it? That he'd live a hundred years and then drop dead, just like all the other mortals.
"You've known him longer than I've been alive. I'm not going to pretend to know what goes on under the hill, or how fae work or anything like that. I'm just talking about things from a strictly human perspective, because what's all I know."
Mostly. Technically he knew about things from a reaper perspective as well, but that didn't really count, did it?
Mitch nodded to show him she understood. "I think maybe I was human once! But I can't look at things like that.
"I kind of wish your powers worked more like mine did, then this whole conversation would have helped me a lot more! No offense. You are very nice, but I don't think we're going to see eye-to-eye at all."
Mitch tried to think on all this information. Tried to find relevant bits to herself, but she came up blank with that irritating feeling like she was forgetting something important. Missing some grand detail that would somehow glue all the pieces together at once.
No, no they weren't going to see eye to eye at all. Angelo wanted to say it was a cultural issue, but it was as much an intrinsic part of their species as it was something they were raised in. Plenty of fae who were raised on earth away from their own kind showed similar traits, and everything Angelo knew about the fae made it clear that it was something else entirely.
"No offense taken," Angelo said with a small wave of his hand. "It takes more than that to bother me."
Well, sort of. He was a bit bothered by the fact that someone who was effectively a child was effectively someone's slave, but he also recognized there was very little he could do about it.
"You could talk to the school. Someone might know someone with similar powers, or be able to point you to someone who could help."
"I'm not sure it would help but I will consider the option!" Mitch said with a level of excitement that wasn't required even remotely for this situation.
Normally a human would say thank you here, and while Mitch often said her appreciation to Taliesen, there wasn't anything Tali would do to her. This man, she didn't know. Mitch went with the small bit of Fae instinct she had and smiled at Angelo instead.
"I appreciate the help. I am going to look more into this and consider my options. Maybe I will see you around, Angelo."
He noted the lack of thank you, but he was pretty used to it. He was less cautious than many on the island, but when dealing with someone he knew was a fae? Yeah, he wasn't going to do that.
"It was nice to meet you," Angelo said, giving her his most polite nod. "And hopefully you get the answers you're looking for."
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