"Oh." Adia frowns in sympathy. That seems unfair, somehow, for a spirit to be limited by the bureaucracy of modern life. But Reynard did tell her that he was closest to mortal when it wasn't Winter. He'd have to play by the same rules as anyone else. At least, if he didn't want to be found out.

"You'd have to change your last name, too," she says, a ghost of a smile on her face. She hands him back the bottle of wine. Maybe for good this time. She's probably had enough. "How much have you traveled on Earth?"