The last thing she expects to hear from a fae is an apology and so Sylvia raises her eyebrows, surprised but somewhat mollified. They're never going to like each other but at least he's trying to explain himself in between all the finger pointing.

"I understand your concerns," she says. "Honestly, I'm not sure what more I can do to convince you. Unless there is some drastic improvement, the vampires will be gone from the Night Council by the end of the month and by then I hope you'll see that I don't make empty promises, nor idle threats. You can believe I don't care about you, I understand that, but I do care about my people. I do care about this city, and right now Islington is threatening the entire supernatural community. You'll have to trust that I won't stand by and let that happen. We've already given an ultimatum. And we will act on it."

That's the third time he's made her repeat the same thing. She hopes he gets the message now, because she isn't going to say it again. If there's one thing that irks Sylvia, it's being accused of doing nothing by people who don't understand how complicated her job really is.