It's not hard to tell that Arthur's already losing his patience. He's already frustrated about this whole thing, even though he has no idea which way it'll go. Every time the vampires move against someone else with the silent complicity of the Night Council, it renews his frustration. It's not that he thinks fae should overrun the city, but at least they don't have to kill to live.

"The word," he starts, and it really is just scraps of information he's collected that have trickled down, nothing first hand, "is that there's an ambitious Earl planning to move into this borough. Tomorrow."