Joscelin is unconcerned. "She's dead." He sounds bored. "I'm quite alone. Tragic, isn't it?"

He's scanning the crowd for another likely mark--and a quick exit. If things with the fae get a little too heated, he can always pretend to be abducted. He might even manage to convince the rescuing Good Samaritan to take him home; he could do with a more permanent blood donor solution.

"Haven't you got anything better to do with your time, fae? No humans to trick? No witches to steal territory from?"