Norrell sighs in resignation as the woman enters his room and begins with such a question. When he looks up over the rim of his small glasses the sight of her does little to help. Honestly! She had not even dressed herself appropriately to meet with him! He frowns and removes his glasses, pinches at the bridge of his nose before setting them aside and lacing his hands together -- elbows resting on the desk.

"I have an agreement," he confirms, "to help them with this. The fae took control of this territory when it was lawless, and their influence will do nothing to make it peaceful. I am not pleased to see it in the hands of the Islington Nest but with fae as the alternative I would welcome it."