Fairy-Struck
He got to his feet and approached the bars slowly, as if he were stalking prey.
"So, Cousin," he growled low, "you have quite a useful magic. I guess you aren't as defenseless as we'd thought."
"I'm an extinguisher, I was never defenseless," I said calmly.
"Yes, yes." Bress waved a hand; his elegance returning quickly, like a cloak he could just swing over his shoulders. "But in Fairy, magic is far more important than your human psychic abilities."