Well, fuck. Some warning would have been nice. He's obviously displeased by this revelation- his face twists in to a quick grimace, but otherwise he doesn't comment on it. As much as he hates to admit it, he probably does owe Samantha some sort of an apology at this point. Later. Maybe. There are still things he wants to say and wants to know.

He's not so sure he's liking the answers he's getting so far, though. "Aw, c'mon. I'm sure some of 'em are no good," and he steals a quick glance over at Mogget as he says that part. He's not so much implying anything as he is wondering how much of a demon he is, "But not all of 'em. Not the ones who've been livin' around here and stayin' out of trouble. And there's stories about witches too, y'know. Satan-worshiping hags that steal kids and all that." There are stories about vampires and wolves, too. There are bad apples in every bunch, sure, but...

Ghoul doesn't yet understand how many fae work. He's never been on the unfortunate end of one's attitude or affection. He doesn't realize how volatile, temperamental, and obsessive they can be. He's too soft on them, holding them to human standards, which is his first mistake. They aren't human, they never will be, and most of them don't even try to be. He's just been lucky enough to meet (mostly) well-adjusted ones so far.