"I ain't doin' no more'a that shit. If I wanted to do book reports all the time, I'd go up there," he grumbles while frowning, waving an arm in the general direction of Redbright. He says that, but the question will continue to gnaw at him until he finally breaks and looks it up. Magical bullshit that leaves someone fully aware and yet forces them to do things they don't want to do is just unthinkable to him.

Maybe he can google it...

Ghoul watches at Mogget as he stares at the doors. "I'll let you in if you tell me what she's gonna do with it." Every fae likes deals, right? And Mogget can't reach the door handle by himself, so everyone wins. "She can't open it back up, can she?"