Norrell thins his lips at this information, uneasy to have it. He is not fond of the idea of vampires owning more territory and even the assurance that they would not put alliances in jeopardy does little to ease him at first. He is silent a moment, turning it over. Norrell wants the fae gone, but at the moment he is at odds with Sylvia Redbright still. He must have more support, he knows.

Pushing to his feet he paces behind his chair, leans his arms onto the back of it and laces his hands together -- thinking, comparing plans. If Islington wish to expand regardless, of course...

"And how can we be sure," he says carefully, "that your word is good? How do we know you will not turn on us at a moment's notice, that you do not lead us into a trap on behalf of the fae?"