A sheepish sort of smile crossed Vieve's lips. "I usually try to make that known before the interrogations." She said softly. Her attention waned for just a moment as her hands searched her pockets for a moment, producing a small notepad from the back of her pants. Possibly the most inconvenient thing about not having magic was taking her own notes. How she missed the dictoquill.
"If you don't mind?" She asked softly. "Tracking him becomes much easier if we know where he prowls the most."