Morven's toothy smile was unsettling to Mirabelle, though she returned only her scowl. Part of her wanted to agree to peace--it could certainly benefit the parties and help enforce the safety of both families in the city. However, she was unsure what that would mean for the humans of New York, a concern very close to the Kingston head's heart. Yes, the Blackmoore's would continue being barbarians, and Mira preferred the right to defend against just that. She knew her eldest member preferred that too, and she reminded herself of it with a glance to Praetor.

The refusal was apparent in her eyes, but as her lips parted to give voice to it, Klaus stepped away from the wall. "Tell you what, love," he said quickly, stepping beside Mirabelle to talk to Morven. He was speaking wildly out of turn, but Alistair had sent his grown-up to speak on their behalf, so Klaus took it upon himself to do the same for the Kingston head. "We'll think about it. When the...Pirate Wench is found--for better or worse--and things have cooled down, have Alistair arrange a meeting with Mira. Or perhaps both families altogether." He shrugged, the details didn't matter to him, but he shared Morven's opinion--especially since the Kingstons were outnumbered and probably out-powered by their rival family. 

Anger flashed across Mirabelle's face--her blue eyes red for just a moment. However, she restrained herself from acting on it; there were too many people and too much at stake as it were. Besides, came the thought, she could tell Alistair herself she wouldn't agree to any sort of peace with the Blackmoores. She swallowed and looked back to Morven. "We'll consider it," she repeated, though she didn't sound excited at the prospect.