By taunting him.

[he almost wants to squirm under hunter's gaze, because he knows that the other won't like that.]

Mostly to be cruel at first, but then I wondered. I pressed him, and he never once denied it, he never tried to tell me otherwise. Because we can't lie.

[an annoying but essential trait of all fae. sungki wraps his whole hand around his fork before stabbing it into his chicken.]

They're a poor match. You don't have to be a fortune teller to see it. And this is delicious.