She feels some sense of accomplishment at his reaction, not in the choking, but in his genuine surprise. It's the first time she's seen him less than smooth. She reaches out to gently pat his back as he coughs, equal parts concerned and teasing. When he recovers, she withdraws her hand.

"Collateral damage can be easy to ignore when you're angry," she replies as justification for the leap in logic. "I prefer the fae to the Night Council, but I want to protect humans from both. How can I help keep them out of your war?"