"Coward's living up to his name," Joss sighs. "He's playing politics and intrigue and I'm sure he thinks he's very good at it, having been Home Secretary and all when he was mortal, but the truth is he let the wolves take disputed territory. He's far too young and too rash for a lot of those in the Nest."

Joscelin smirks, suddenly looking far older than his body seemed capable.

"Do you remember that idiot--oh, what was his name. Tall, dusky fellow, all big hands and feet. Not very bright. I think he was turned just after the Great Fire. Anyway, he took offense at Coward's politics." The little boy cackles with glee, recounting the carnage. "Like I said, not very bright."