Jessamine would have been upset with me about something, undoubtedly claiming that I was being ridiculous and preventing her from checking her reflection for the twentieth time that day, or perhaps I pointed out that the precise shade of whatever she was wearing didn't complement her quite as much as she'd like to think. I imagine Sophie wanted my guts for garters for traipsing mud around, or I might have offended her by attempting to speak civilly; I've never quite been able to work out which upsets her more.

I suppose I might have commented that Charlotte was doing a fine job of being our governess, particularly for one so small. [A beat.] Or I insulted her husband. He has a habit of setting himself on fire and not noticing, along with inventing objects that do the exact opposite of what they're supposed to.

[He scowls briefly, remembering the events at De Quincey's, and how the room had been set on fire instead of signalling to the Shadowhunters outside that help would be appreciated.]

I was fairly certain he blinded me recently, and she still defends him.

[He pauses again -- for longer, this time -- before continuing in a more dismissive, offhand manner.]

I can't remember. There may have been any number of reasons. Sadly, it's not unusual for me to find that I'd be safer outside than I'd be inside.