Mab always felt it was best to hold your cards close to your chest. But she certainly benefited when others were less circumspect. She crosses her legs as she considers his answer, staring out across the lake. The answer is vague but true. Such a fae answer.

"You seem quite tense for such a nice day." She remarks, turning her head back to look at him. "This time of year does seem to set people on edge." Be it the customer in the store screaming at an employee for not having something in stock, or the lone human at night checking over their shoulder because they are certain the feel something coming. And to those who hunted naturally, the fae's bloodlust might rub off a little when the hunt rides through the mortal realm as it had recently. She suspected he was suffering one of the latter two, feeling like prey, or feeling like hunting.