You are a fairy. Amon is an imp. Imps are like elves, but much more crafty, sinister and mischievous. Fairies can be like that too, some have even mated over the millennia, but can love truly bloom when one is much more dark souled than the other?

——————————— You are laying on a giant leaf as Amon walks up to you. You are friends, of sorts.

“Are we going to the tavern tonight?”