Soundless giggles wracked the Fae. He didn’t know what “turn you into a puppet” indicated for his immediate future, but he did know that the red-flushed snarl on Felicity’s face was hilarious! Or, at least, it was hilarious given that he had enough distance between himself and that rage -- which he did. He had a whole fir of distance, and then some. Fenn’s nose twitched smugly as he watched the girl yell. Gremlin. Imp. Puck. Hob. These monikers were something he was becoming fond of. If someone thought of him in such vitriolic terms, then it meant he had a little bit of power in their eyes.

Problem was, he… he really did not have much power, did he? His eyes flicked between the angered warrior-teen and the fallen branch; it hadn’t exactly slowed her down. Either he was going to have to find a way to hit harder, or he was going to have to dish out a very slow death.

Twitch.

Patience was not his virtue. That, and… a death of a thousand cuts just seemed excessively cruel. He wasn’t entirely heartless. This adorable, blundering idiot yelling at him almost had his sympathy. But, what on Althanas would be any faster? Fenn swung down to hang upside-down from his branch, by the crook of his knees. There was a thoughtful expression on his face.

He wondered if he could startle her to death. Just make her keel over from sudden heart attack... A cheeky grin spread across the young fae’s face.

A chilly wind swirled around Fenn. Snowflakes shrouded him in a thick cloak, before dispersing in a hasty burst. Suddenly, there was the illusion of a second Felicity in his place, hanging upside-down to stare down at the first. Fenn-Felicity shot actual-Felicity a raspberry. Even if it was a stupid frivolous idea with no chance of working, it was entertaining enough to make him at least try it out; he wanted to see her rage a little more. That, and he was apparently still safe in his tree. Fenn loved it when his actions had no immediate consequences. Nyeh!