Bahorel smiles slightly. "Ha, maybe. Maybe the fever-brained idiot the place belongs to will take the hint , anyway. And probably there were other offices in the same building; you know how they cluster, like crows. Murders. " Creative collective nouns are one of the true delights of English. "It could be that took out a whole wing of the infected rooms."

It's a cheering thought, but he's still getting up to grab a drink. Marguerite makes a demanding sound; he answers back in the same tone. "Does she drink brandy?" Who knows what god-kittens drink. "--What did your Paris look like? Was it part of Bast's temple?"