"Certainly." Tadhg's smile ghosts across his lips again as he watches Faramir consider, then ease back from his defensive stance. The man has courage enough to take his measure instead of giving in to blind fear of the unknown, good. As for that requested explanation, the púca takes his own few moments of consideration, trying to frame a description of himself that will enlighten rather than confuse.

"I'm only part human, you see," he offers at last. "To be more precise, only one of my grandparents was a mortal human. The other three are of the fairy-kindreds." He tilts his head, regarding the man before him thoughtfully. "Different kinds of fae have command of various kinds of magic, whether innate or learned."

Tadhg draws up his legs to sit tailor-fashion on the rock, his eyes never leaving Faramir's face. "Where I come from, very few humans truly believe that magic itself exists, much less beings like myself. So those few of us who still live in mortal realms keep our true natures secret for safety's sake." He spreads his hands in a gesture that seems to say so here we are. "I apologize for misleading you, but old habits take time to break, especially when one has been kidnapped by unknown beings with unknown powers for unknown purposes."