For a minute, Cecilia just blinks at him, then she wraps her hand around his arm and drags him over to a more secluded spot, out of the ebb and flow of passers-by. She doesn't drag him, doesn't do anything to draw attention or make a scene, but her steely grip on his upper arm is as effective as if she had.

"Who saw you?" she asks once they're less likely to be overheard. The way Fabrice is acting, she'd bet just about anything that his transformation didn't go unnoticed. "Do I need to hex them? And actually, while we're on the subject of hexing, who did this to you and where can I find them?"