[It is sometimes a good thing that fae are fickle creatures, moods liable to change on a dime, as his whole tantrum evaporates seeing that. His pupils widen a little and he hops a little closer for a better look.]

....

Sweet? I've just spotted something sweet, yes! Why didn't you tell me you'd such a lovely face? Ah, it is rude of me indeed to inconvenience someone possessing beauty like yours.

[The fairy quickly experiences the very dragonlike instinct to want to take a princess and keep him in his hoard, although he pretty quickly remembers that he has no hoard that he knows of, not even a lair in which to start one. That thought makes him deflate, switching quickly to another mood.]

Curses...

I've really made a fool of myself this day.