Undisturbed and calm, Mycroft told Selene, "I didn't mention those relatives of yours because I assumed it wasn't necessary to. However, since you've brought them up, it's curious that you spoke of them but neglected to mention Michael Corvin, or Eve." Was it the memory of her deceased lover and daughter was too much? But Mycroft didn't want to press the issue - making her uncomfortable was not his intention.
"Is it now?" he asked with some curiosity. "And yet you're content to hide your particular skill set to apprehend common criminals?" He glanced over her overcoat, which showed sighs of a scuffle, resulting in an arrest earlier this evening.
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players," Mycroft retorted by quoting Shakespeare. He blinked slowly, deliberately, and said without being offended, "Now, now... there's no need to be insulting. I've been nothing but kind. Is that how you treat your well-wishers?" He smiled, coolly, but then went straight to the point. "I'm sure you're aware of ... oh, I'd call it the supernatural element here in Preya? Vampires, werewolves and the like. Most of them go about undetected, which is their right to privacy. But some of them? Are, how you say... criminal elements?"