"I'm planning to also. If just to see who's on the council and how the meetings feel first. I'll share enough of what I know but nothing about cold iron. Enough so everyone is comes close to the same page, but without the risk to myself."

Puck sighed. "Unfortunately there won't be a light show with all of this, so I don't get to say what I'd originally planned with this demonstration." He made a face and then rolled his shoulders. Inhaling, he focused on slipping into Owen's mannerisms, temperament and voice. More businesslike, lower in pitch but not enough to be jarring when matched with Owen's form. But hearing it come out of his own mouth was amusing. Even if Puck wasn't smiling about it.

"That thought serves you well enough. But I know as much because I work among them in a human disguise. While in the form I answer to the name Owen Burnette-- usually simply Owen, and serve my employer as both a personal assistant and a bodyguard. You need to know this so when 'Owen' finds himself on the device's communication network, or at a future council meeting, you aren't wondering who he is."