Rupert wanted to tell Fred that she was doing well - her emotions were adding to the strength of the magic they were creating together. But he was still chanting the spell, and he couldn't stop it before it was done. Soon, though, the crystal was hot, and it had burned a the map, telling them where Ethan was.
A smile curled his lips. He was quite sure Ethan would know he was being looked for now, given the intensity of the magic they had generated.
"Ethan was never known for being bright. His adeptness at magic always came from his willingness to embrace the chaotic. It made him powerful, but a bit sloppy...and overconfident." Rupert nodded when Fred pinpointed where Ethan had been staying. "We go now. We wait, and he'll run. Ethan never liked confrontations when he didn't feel he had the advantage."
He took her hand, and together they left the penthouse, hurrying down the block, not bothering with the car since Ethan was so close. Rupert grinned when he saw the door opening as they approached, their prey coming out, obviously worried. Putting on a burst of speed, he rushed up the steps to the townhouse door, using a spell to push him back into the house and to the ground.
"You can't leave, Ethan. We have so much to talk about," he said, stepping on his chest. "Don't we, love?"