[The surprise that flits across Bigby's face isn't exactly pleasant, but it does chase some of the darkness away. His expression is more fitting to someone who's just been told a particularly embarrassing work story by a friend.]

So he's half asshole. Got it.

[He puts the cigarette up to his lips, scoops his lighter up and hits the wheel with his thumb. Click. The flame that bursts to life is brighter than many of the other lights around them, the candles inside almost burned down to nubs. The library is dim and shadowy, but not gloomy. It's the kind of atmosphere one could fall asleep in, though the flickering, fierce that sparks into existence might startle anyone nearby back into consciousness, and if that doesn't, the smell of cheap, bitter smoke certainly will.

Bigby drops his lighter back on the table, sits back and appraises Sarah as he takes a steady pull off his cigarette.]

Fae are all take and no give, [is what he finally says, musing and contemplative.] They don't think and feel the same way humans do; it's a completely different perspective. And the more powerful they are — and the higher their social standing is — the worse they get.

[He pauses significantly, leaning back.]

You're lucky you made it out. [He's quiet when he says that very simple sentence, but the sincerity in his voice weighs heavy.]