"Then you'll know their leader's name," she says, eyebrows up- and her tone is all he'll need. She's fishing for a particular answer, which means that she wants him to be wrong, which means that she's done something involving the leadership of the Tuatha, which explains at least why despite the bruises and the grazes and the sprained arm, she's positively glowing. A wolfish grin breaks out on her features.

More of that I know that you know that I know, then. And more melodrama.