Before now Cain's opinion had been no more than dislike, a somewhat shallow, inhospitable conclusion reached out of first impression and hearsay. As the fairy proudly declared that she served one of the Goddesses, however, the mere dislike deepened into a pit of hate. He had suspected that her kind were close to the deities of light, but to hear her confirm it still somehow surprised him. His ancestors were the victims of those Goddesses, attacked and banished because they were different. They had been denied the blessing of the Triforce's golden glory while the other races were permitted to thrive in it, and as such were made to live in a separate, dark world. Now the Realm of Twilight was home, but the force of the legends compelled Cain to despise this emissary of Farore. He would be only too glad to take revenge on this pint-sized, uppity bully for the wrongs committed against of his ancestors.

However, it was also likely that Lethe carried with her some fragment of light magic that could easily spell his doom. He would have to be patient. If Lethe believed that he was on her side, there would be opportunity for treachery later. Being too kind would give away the game, though, so it would be his pleasure to allow some disdain to seep through. "As you [i]just saw[/i]," he began, enunciating the words to give them a slight mocking undertone, "I can manipulate my hair to become solid. Once the strands glow orange, they can come in contact with things normally." He paused a moment before lying, "Other than that, I cannot assume any more of a corporeal form. Anyway, I don't think that running around and filching clothes is necessary at all. Didn't you mention that the ring causes clothes to change as well? Even if not, we could always make him into something else. Kokiri, maybe?"

He noticed that Frore was still looking at Veitaru, and followed his gaze. "Oh, you must be somewhat confused, little one. Since it seems we're working together, I might as well reveal my little secret." Once more, the Chilfos's shadow twisted, and from it Cain rose into his half-bodied form. He made a slight bow. "It is my pleasure to introduce Frore, icy warrior from the north." At this, Frore crackled loudly. "As well as myself, Cain, attendant of the Shadow Court." This ceremonial display served another purpose aside from breaking the ice; hopefully, the accursed pixie would stop calling him Emmo. He noted mentally that he would have to be careful not to be too free with his lies--Lethe knew all about his origin and the Princess, so the idea that she would know much about him wasn't very farfetched.