"Ahaha, so fairies are young and silly? Well, you are a diminutive thing with nary a wrinkle to your name, and want for wisdom. I'd say you are very fairy of very fairy!"

The dance changes pace erratically; not it was an incredibly gentle waltz, slow and dignified.

"Bitter, sour. One day I'd like to find the sweet and savory Satori; that'd be something, eh? So you believe in mind amidst even crudest matter? Intelligent Design! Why, you're on your way to believing in God. Wonderful! Ah, but even the demons do that. That doesn't do one much credit. Loving Him's the thing. But you've got to love the truth first, something which gives you no little trouble. And changing the mind of one so aged and calcified is a feat in and of itself. But I've raised a fair few pokemon; domesticated a few beasts. I'll see if I can't learn an old bitch new tricks."

Clearly he meant that purely denotatively. Ted's not much for swearing.

"Haha, goodness, Satori. If I told you all the things I haven't told you, it'd be an open question which of us would die first. Speaking of old age, are you sure you're the senior? After all, weren't youkai born from the stupid, savage superstitions of men? You're our dependents; our derivative. Created from heathen fancy; made from mendacious myth. As I hold to the one true myth, I'm afraid I've rather outgrown all that. Not to flatter myself, mind; you're far too good at that already. Me, of all people, divine and precocious!"

He drew in a little closer; made the dance a little more intimate.

"So you see, no matter how many years you accrue, I'll always be your elder. But pray let me keep the terms of endearment anyway. They're so lovely."