Considering how the fae guarded their information like a dragon guards it's gold, it is not surprising that Mab keeps turning the conversation back to him. Her eyes lifted in the general direction of the ceiling where she knew somewhere above a fae guarded this house just as jealously. She could feel him in the timbers and the mortar, in the air they breathed and the awareness of the place that ebbed and flowed. "The house might take it personally if you stray too far, Mr. Sirius." Her eyes dropped back to him and she smiled a little.

Then as though she hadn't said something completely unsettling she moved to the serving tray and poured herself some of the whiskey from the decanter, picking up the glass she turned. "It can be quite overwhelming. All the egos in one place."