[ faquarl, as always, has the slightly knee jerk reaction at being thanked by an alleged human (well, human-turned-worm, and his worm companion) of this being unpleasant. but he did that, deliberately, so he accepts the gratitude with a thin smile. ]

"Clerk." ... Just Clerk is fine, please. A pleasure.

[ that squared away, he gestures to the corpses of the jersey devils. one of the unseelie have been, erm, separated into pieces, it seems. ]

Did you want to keep any teeth? [ looks back at the bugs, with a knowing grin: ] They'll make you wealthy, I think.