Norrell's face twitches in distaste a moment, unhappy, but he just barely manages to control it. To school himself to some semblance of calm despite the quiet anger and frustration underneath.

"Croydon," he manages finally, "rightfully belongs to Daybreak. It was stolen from us. I have had every intention of rectifying that, and I still do. The fae will not be allowed to run riot over London."