[It was pretty apparent that she wasn't going to answer his question about her species, but maybe he could do a little research. Ireland was rich with folktales about little people and magical beings, so it wasn't too farfetched that he'd be able to find some clues in the old stories. He shrugged it off and looked to where she was pointing. Sure enough, there was a lizard hanging onto the bark. There was a little boy inside Jack that perhaps wanted to pluck it off and examine it closely, but no, he'd made a promise, and Jack was nothing but faithful to his word.]

So I've gotten to ask you a lot of questions. Is there anything you want from me? I'd hate to come into your home and just take, take, take.