"No, I mean, another kind of good for an elf. Like, maybe he was a good elf but a kind of good elf that is not the same kind of good elf as most other good elves are."
"And how do you know that?" This time he doesn't actually suggest that it might be this or that, he wants to see what explanation she generates on her own, if any.
"Do you... remember a time when it was not obvious? Was there any point when you had, like... an idea that there was something you should do, and then someone else taught you what it was?"
"Okay. I think..." He blinks. "I think I should probably have asked Miranda to make a list of good questions to ask so I wouldn't end up feeling like there might be some really obvious question I'm missing at the end. Erm. If I left a note again, would you come and talk some more? Also, would you like to talk about something else? I don't know if you want or need friends, or if you'd want to be friends with a human, but I could be your friend, if you wanted and if it's not like forbidden or offensive or something."
He nods again. "Okay, if I think of new questions, I'll call you. And if you think of something I could help with, you can tell me. If you want. Erm. Yeah."
...he wonders how much trouble he can get into before curfew.
...is that a bruise on his face?
"Hi!" he says happily.
He grins. "There's a slight possibility that several people woke up and found that their underwear had been mysteriously replaced by another gender's," he says. Then, looking as innocent as a dove, he says, "Of course I had nothing to do with it, but I giggled at the wrong person."
"Did you at least mock whoever hit you for resorting to Muggle tactics?"