"My purpose?" she echoes. Yet Morgause is as capable of playing the game as he is. She tilts her head at him, takes a few steps around him as if weighing him up. He doesn't fit the description she's had of the Lord of Autumn, who has more of an interest in the human dealings than the rest, but fae can glamour themselves. That, and he may still be able to get her to someone who can give her what she wants. "My purpose here is to speak with one of the fae Lords. We have a mutual problem, one I intend to do something about."