Therezia finally gets distracted from surveying the child at the table when the wizard, whose shoulder she had been leaning onto slightly, jumps at the sight of her. If it hadn't been for her wings she would've fallen, and she now flutters up to land on the table in front of him, arms at her hips as she gives him a slightly offended look. 

Before she can say something less than friendly to him, she gets hit with the realization that an actual person was talking to her, [i]willingly[/i]. Excitedly her wings flutter behind her as she stands, and she now gives the wizard a small smile, fangs flashing for just a moment. 

She can't help but let out a giggle, the sound of her laughter was melodic and sounded almost like bells chiming in the wind. "What type of fae? Some of you call me sprite, or pixie.... some say I'm a fairy." She laughs again at that last part, amused that anyone would be stupid enough to mistake her for one. Even though apart from the sharp fangs and nails, the only big distinction between her and a fairy were her dragonfly wings. 

"But you", she starts, leaning in a bit as she studied the mans face intently, "you may call me Therezia." Her voice was light and melodic, but something about it seemed almost [i]too[/i] sweet, which made it almost unsettling to listen to at times.

"You sure are a nervous little thing, aren't you?", she adds, squinting her eyes at him as she glances at his fidgeting hands. The irony of her- a fae only a little over two feet tall, calling [i]him[/i] little, was completely lost on her. Seemingly sizing him up she keeps her gaze fixed on him. Her face wears that same playful expression, but the sharp fangs made her look more sinister than maybe intended.