"Huh, okay. - mortals can't see them either but faeries can. I think if you eat our food you'll be able to, because that works for mortals. Want a berry?"

"...this is setting off some alarm bells," Cam remarks.

For some reason this statement seems to absolutely horrify the faery. He steps into the summoning ring and punches Cam in the face.

Cam falls to the ground. "- excuse me?"

The faery seems distressed in some way still, and kicks him. 

"There were not any alarm bells," he says indignantly after a minute.

"Ow, cut it out - it's just an expression!"

"You shouldn't say things that are not true."

Cam can't read his binding, but manages to materialize a little bell and ring it. "Does this help."

"...if you want to say that there are bells ringing and you ring the bell and then say there are bells ringing that'd be fine, yes."

"So you'll stop kicking me now?"

"When we're even. I don't think I'm hurting you very much or we would be already."

"When we're what the fuck now?"

The faery stops kicking him. "Even. For lying to me. I could've enslaved you."

"I can't read this binding and neither can you."

"Well if you can't read either then I don't know why you're lecturing me about it."

"I can read, I just can't read this language. Neither of us knows what I'm stuck with, here, I made the bell just fine."

"It's a very nice bell but you didn't give it to me so it doesn't actually help you at all here."

"- here, do you want a fucking bell!"

" - sure, all right."

Cam gives the faery the bell.

The faery takes it and takes a step back. "We still can't take you along the paths if you can't see them, I don't think. - maybe we could carry you?"

"I'm not super sure I want to go anywhere with you since you just kicked me a bunch for translating an idiom."

"Go back to the court and tell them about the demon," he instructs one of his friends.

The friend runs off. He - literally gets smaller as he runs, until he's weaving among sprouts of grass. The other faeries seem to find this unremarkable. 

"- did he just shrink?"

"Yes," the faery says, as if demons must be very dense.