Cooper got back to his feet, massaging the edge of his temple where he had been clipped. He was going to be bruised tomorrow, that was certain. "At least you have the sense t'admit it," Cooper said irritably. He hadn't retracted his fangs. Frankly, he was mad and intended to stay mad a good while longer. "I've a good mind to tell you t'go stand in traffic till you get hit by a bus." He would do so in good conscience knowing that Thomas would survive. That wouldn't prevent it from also hurting like hell.

Still, he must be a young one, less than fifty years old if Cooper was able to control him. He wasn't about to order him off to his doom without first giving him a lecture. "You must be new, so as a general tip, I'd recommend not attackin' the locals unless you know who they are. Islington doesn't take kindly to having their members attacked." Yes, he was blaming this entirely on Thomas despite the fact he was the one who had been picking a fight.