A few questions first

"Did you call me a fairy?" The term kept nagging at the back of your mind.

"Yeah! Like there were accounts of visitations from your magical kind in the past but... " she shifts awkwardly "most people nowadays consider you a myth. I mean, it's hard to believe and your sitting right there!" Her nostrils flare and she barrels through her awkwardness.

"And, I now understand what they meant when the stories say that those close to you feel the pull of nature. All the nurses and doctors who attended to you today have all asked for the afternoon off!" She shivers.

"Can you, uhm turn it down? It's very distracting." She manages to squeak out the question as she writhes in her seat. Her hands clutching a clipboard to her lap.

"Uh maybe, but first, tell me, what DO the stories say EXACTLY about my people?" You shelf the request of hers for now, you have no idea what she is talking about with only a vague notion that she is attracted to you (?).

She nods,

"Yes, the old stories are varied. Sometimes one of you would be summoned by a old tribe who were dying out and they found some scraps of old magic to complete the ritual, or sometimes you show up yourselves, on a gale of a storm. Sometimes big, sometimes small, sometimes gentle, other times gruff, but always naked of fur in the most elegant ways." She is staring at the floor and she seems to making a hearty try to wring out her clipboard.

"But always, incredibly virile." She looks up to you with lust hazing up her eyes.

She moves towards you.