"Were you here with the Cirque or on your own?" He asked with all the knowledge five hundred years and faerie magic could bring, just waiting there. "If it was just you, no surprise. But when you bring something as powerful as this circus to stained locations, of course, you're going to kick up some mystical dust or draw attention you don't want. This thing is like a travelling Ley line." He narrowed his eyes for a moment, "Actually, a Ley line does bisect London rather closely." And he would know. It was his business to know.
He shivered as her fingers ran down his spine, which went straight through his lengthy tail, "Ooh, do that again." The purring got louder. "You'd think they'd want to protect you more," said the cat, assuming the reasons were obvious. "You can't go about cursing the whole of Greater London if they all start getting rough anyway."