"Mmm." The tone sounded disbelieving. Mab had watched humanity for thousands of years. Generally people didn't change. They just got more sneaky. Creature comforts were Slughorn's vice of choice, evidenced by the chair he sat on and the little jar of candies next to him.

"Often, yes." She finally settled in and got down to business. Toying with Horace was fun, but she had come with a purpose. "Tell me about the leader of Redbright, Horace Slughorn." He would know her, likely personally if not by reputation. And he would have different information than the fae. What she asked was no more than gossip for now. Nothing that would compromise the woman and nothing that would yet compromise Slughorn's personal comfort in the world he was building. But she still expected pushback. Horace was excellent at squirming.