The eyes widen for a moment as he hadn't expected to be found out so soon. This tells him that the stranger is among the foresight type of fae. He pauses a moment then Feoras elegantly drops from the tree he was lurking in. He leans against the tree giving the strange fae a side view of him. His eyes close as he crosses his arms into a more comfortable position. With the faintest smirk he speaks.[color=lightcoral] "It should be me asking you that since you are sitting upon my lands and dipping your toes in my pools"[/color] His voice is velvety with amusement laced through. He now seems to wait for a response from her, his finger lightly tapping on his bicep. His black ansamble a stark difference to the paler wood of the tree. There is no warning or malice in his voice.
He is not known to kill trespassers on the spot, rather he has a tendency to either let them go with a warning or get their name and gain a servant. Only when he is in the worst of moods does he light trespassers on fire. A lucky thing that the forest puts him in the best of moods.