Her own smile matched his and she had taken some vindictive pleasure in seeing that look of extreme irritation pass over the witch's face during the announcement. "The Good Witch will likely need to do something in response." It would provide a good distraction to their own claim on the city. And it could provide more opportunity to provide aid to the fledgling coven in exchange for favors of their own. Mab felt the whole thing was good business.

His spin doesn't even catch her off guard, she responds to the way his body moves and controls her spin ending closer to him at the end. "What is that human phrase for such a situation?" Something about a powder keg. "It could all very quickly become much more exciting." A gathering of this many different species only needs one misstep by one person to devolve into mayhem.