"Only in a specific way," he replies with a curl of a crooked smile and a slight huff. "Bigby likes to couch things real soft for me, I've found out."

He tried not to take it personally. Everyone's story was their own and theirs to tell or not tell as they decided was appropriate, but he never appreciated being coddled. His job was dealing with the facts and he was used to adjusting to them. Even if that fact is that Bigby is a story Origin for who knows how many tales. There was a respect that was demanded from that too.

"So I know he was some kinda gatekeeper guardian, stoppin' other fairy tales from causing too much trouble." He tilts his head towards the house. "Any chance that offer of tea is somethin' I can take advantage of now, is it?"