Mab listened to the discussion, drawing lines in her head, rearranging power structures in the human world. The mortals would overlook occasional body dumps but if the vampires started making it look like some sort of deranged serial killer they would be out in force. And mortals tended to fight things with iron, overreaction and assumption. Not a great combination for a fae mistaken for the offending vampires.

Eames slipped in and her eyes tracked him as he spoke. She had not had the chance to run into the vampires and was not yet aware they were quite so much of a problem. It was duly noted. Heiji was right, the werewolves generally hated the vampires and it seemed more worthwhile to let them deal with it.

Lord Balem's show of anger left her eyes dancing a little though she kept her face neutral. She might enjoy seeing such wrath. She reached forward to touch the symbol, pale finger tracing it to memorize. She agreed with Tybalt and Heiji about using the distraction, if not that they weren't strong enough.

Her eyes dropped to the map. If the pack found themselves in dire enough straits, it would make dealing with them even easier. Giving them a territory or two for retreat when necessary could be a nice carrot to dangle. "Has anyone spoken with the wolves?"