Emerett scoffed out a laugh as though the last she had said was quite preposterous. “My dear woman, I am not advocating doing anything at all to innocents,” he returned, brushing off her curtness as though she were the one overreacting. (Naturally the truth of the matter came down to what one designated the ‘innocent people’ in all this: Emerett could not see the slightest innocence in the wolves that hid their claws by day to prowl amongst the sheep.)
He cleared his throat and regarded her with a knowing look at part of what she had just said. “All werewolves?” He echoed, arching an eyebrow incredulously. “Now, Mrs. Skeeter, despite the Werewolf Capture Unit’s best efforts - and yours I’m sure -” (he did not believe that for a moment, but he could at least feign being on the same side) “I think we both know the figures there are not reassuring.” Registration, monitoring! As if they did any of that, and did not sit about twiddling their thumbs and hoping werewolves would out themselves in broad daylight. If all the werewolves in Britain were already properly supervised, how on earth were there fatal attacks publicised every year or two? Did they even know which werewolf had turned Urquart’s daughter into one? Emerett doubted it.
“Why, what changes are you striving for?” He supposed she would be frothing at the mouth to leave her own mark on the department in one way or another.
He cleared his throat and regarded her with a knowing look at part of what she had just said. “All werewolves?” He echoed, arching an eyebrow incredulously. “Now, Mrs. Skeeter, despite the Werewolf Capture Unit’s best efforts - and yours I’m sure -” (he did not believe that for a moment, but he could at least feign being on the same side) “I think we both know the figures there are not reassuring.” Registration, monitoring! As if they did any of that, and did not sit about twiddling their thumbs and hoping werewolves would out themselves in broad daylight. If all the werewolves in Britain were already properly supervised, how on earth were there fatal attacks publicised every year or two? Did they even know which werewolf had turned Urquart’s daughter into one? Emerett doubted it.
“Why, what changes are you striving for?” He supposed she would be frothing at the mouth to leave her own mark on the department in one way or another.
