This was good. It was always better when they didn't notice. Fighting through all that damn imagery of brick walls and bank vaults locking got pretty tiring, and was draining. If people didn't know how to protect themselves, it was like a candy store.
She wasn't just a cop. There was a thing with a sword and with being a Holy Knight, or something. Saerian knew a little about it, but it wasn't a lot.
And her friend, or, actually, from what was in her head, she'd like him to be more than a friend, was a very powerful wizard. THE wizard. The dick that'd been all too happy to try to make a deal with him or leave him in that devil's trap. Saerian was not a fan of Harry Dresden.
He could make her hurt herself, but that was too easy. Instead, he gave her too much information, all at once.
Saerian concentrated and sent the cop images of the other crime scenes in Seattle, things that wouldn't be in a file, anywhere. And then just when he was about done, he sent her an image of Phaedra, human, the way she'd been before any of this started.
He was still in her eyeline, not trying to get away too quickly. He was kind of curious what she'd try to do or say, or if she'd just run off to pursue her new leads.