Balem seemed to be summoned by the name of the district that held the Royal Observatory, his most beloved place in all of London. Briefly, his eyes shone bright like twin stars and a sliver of fire could be seen in the gem of his collar, but he took a deep breath and calmed down.

"If the blood-drinkers so much as touch my place in Greenwich," he said, referring to the Royal Observatory as 'his place' even though he had no rightful claim to it, "They will know the extent of my wrath."

He had no investment in the vampire-werewolf war aside from the fact that Islington sided too comfortably with the Night Council, but if he wouldn't visit without a vampire breathing down his neck for blood, that was his problem.