She sighed. Djinn and their pride. Mary watched her brother carefully, trying to figure out if she was in any danger of catching a thrashing. Well, if she were it would at least be useful in the future, wouldn't it? "All right, Harry. Slater wanted to provoke you and he did." The idea of his lads going in the night, though... she shuddered and tried not to think about the way her throat constricted. Wouldn't be the first time, she reminded herself. Warning Slater wouldn't solve nothing and this was a fight they both wanted in any case...
Mary curled her legs up and rested her chin on her knees. "You have got a bit to think about, then. A war with Slater, Harry? That's not going to be a pretty sight. Slater knows where to hurt you, too." Her expression was worried. She loved Harry but she loved Slater too. Their having it out wasn't something she wanted to see.