You do? [This may be the first time anyone has told him they like his name. He's not even sure he likes it. But it feels nice, that she thinks so. Nice enough that he belatedly remembers to say:] Oh! Thank you. I like your name too.

[His knowledge of Earth is quite...peripheral. Brief stories from his liar of an uncle, possibly inaccurate theories posed by his human-obsessed friend, and what little his actual human friend chose to share. All he knows for certain is that it's nothing like the Boiling Isles.]

Dunno whose bright idea it was to give faeries a whole kingdom.

[Safety, maybe? Containment? He hasn't bothered to find out yet.]

Do you...not like to go out? [That doesn't seem right. She seems adventurous.]