“There's a bump in your nose now."
He glared at me. "There is
not."
"Your mouth is lopsided."
He opened his mouth to argue, but then he just let out a weary groan. "What is the point? I am hideous. I can't wait to change myself back again."
"Don't. I prefer you like this."
He looked surprised, then he began to smile. "Do you?"
"Yes," I said. "You blend into the background. I could almost forget about you entirely. It's refreshing."
Naturally, he found a way to twist this into a compliment. "And am I ordinarily a distraction to you, Em?”
―
Heather Fawcett,
Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries