Vesna’s eyes shifted from the werewolf to the new-comer to this conversation. Ah…and then there were the witches and their children. They added an entirely new layer of intrigue to any given plot, both those made in earnest and those made in jest. She didn’t need to be told that this girl was a witch’s daughter, however; backstories spread like wildfire among the socially elite, and Vesna had been among said elite for quite some time. She knew of the girl’s past, if only in the form of brief rumours spread here and there by bored noblewomen.<br/><br/>“Not a subject I introduced,” she replied.<br/><br/>She sipped her own wine as she let the witch’s daughter mull that one over.<br/><br/>“And where would you stand, in any case?” she inquired. “When the furred ones were wiped out, we would simply go in to clean up the mess. But I doubt very much that your kin be so tactless as to engage anyone openly. It doesn’t seem to be your modus operandi.”<br/><br/>The Latin term was one oft-used by constables and inspectors but it fit well enough here. It simply meant method of operations, after all; and indeed, witches tended to be far subtler than either vampires or werewolves. What vampires had made an art form, witches had perfected as a science.