"And what are you going to do about it?" Joscelin sips his brandy. "You're the one who won the blasted election. Govern." He knows it's not as easy as all that, but while Cooper sits around feeling sorry for himself the rest of the Council is riding roughshod over the way things have been for decades. And Joscelin was quite fond of the old status quo, thank you very much.

"That could bode well for us. She doesn't look like she's out to make many friends; just let her continue to accrue enemies and we don't have to be the ones coming for her head."

Though he wouldn't mind another excuse to fight witches. He's still sore about his little amnesia episode earlier in the year.