[There's something funny about the tone that he says it in that makes her snort. And she gives a coy warning;] Careful saying things like that out loud. The fey like to steal people for their own amusement. You might end up draped in silks on a faerie king's bed.

That's the thing! [Her! Hands! Are! Going! Everywhere! to punctuate the point.] She won't tell me who my mother is. That is completely within her gift as leader of the Summer Court. When I discovered I was fey, straight away, I sent my familiar with a message to the feywild to ask her where I could find my mother and she told me she couldn't tell me yet.

[Yeah, there's the grim part. Peony see-saws her hand.] As per the terms of my pact; I can't be touched from here to here. I have to remain chaste and retain the first. [She sets a hand just under her collarbone down to her very upper thigh.] But there's loopholes. I can touch others, bring them pleasure, all that malarkey. I'm not banned from attending to myself, should I feel the need.

Nymphs get more powerful with the more [Insert lewd hand gesture here.] they do. If you're looking to hide a nymph, what better way than to stick her with a noble family who'll protect her 'purity' and then bar her from engaging people when she's old enough to become a problem?

But, yes, functionally. I'm still barred from it. Which...could be problematic here.