Oh this human is delightfully brave. Or perhaps delightfully stupid, Mab still had yet to make such a determination. Anything left on the ground starts to gather ice as they speak and Mab's expression becomes absolutely remote. Cold. "Hast thou seen how may lives it costs?" She asked, voice silken, head tilting to the side. "Doest it cost more than thy wars? More than those nightly deaths of those in thine own city who cannot findeth food and shelter? Doest it cost more than thy revolutions or thy street burglaries?" The fae could become much worse than all those things. Humans just didn't know because they had not been truly and unabashedly active since the middle ages.

"I hath walked this earth at which hour thy kind wast still murdering one another with stone weapons. Thou believeth thee might order me?" The 'order' lashed out harshly painful to the ears. Ice starts creeping up Ringer's shoes and Mab could do it faster if she chose, anger was making it hard not to choose this. "It is mortals has't thrown down their gauntlet. The Fae were content to leaveth thy realm in relative peace. But we wilt not be barred away."