"I wasn't meaning you, Harry" she said with an edge of exasperation and slid back into a more comfortable position against the arm of the couch. "I know you ain't got the same stuff in you as that lot. I was just worried maybe you hadn't noticed."
She sighed. There just was not enough Scotch to make this go away. "So a proper war. All right. You win, you hold his place, then? That ought to be interesting." She turned her head to look at Harry consideringly. He looked like exactly what he was, a djinn prince. Handsome, proud, and nearly unknowable, with rules that humans didn't understand, but he was still her brother and if anyone could play against Slater's court and win it would be him.
"I thought you already had reached that mark." She managed to keep a straight face but only just.