"I suppose I am. I've met so many people these last few months, more than I have the last few centuries," he said, because he was still kind of reclusive and kept himself to the Other Realm, "I can't wait until we start having our celebrations."

His smile is devious, and of course he means Unseelie affairs, less pleasant than Seelie ones. Summer would come to an end, ushering in the Unseelie's reign until Spring.