There was a heavy silence as Simon did nothing, and then, after a few more seconds, continued to do nothing. Finally, he moved towards the hunter's limp body. 

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, looks like we have an unconscious hunter on our hands," he announced cheerfully. "Does anyone have an idea what to do besides killing him? I mean, he suggested it himself, but any other suggestions?"

The first thought after that entered his head was [i]I wonder why he just... fell like that?[/i] but then the thought was almost immediately replaced with [i]what the hell is that girl's problem?[/i]

Simon rounded on Bonnie dramatically, jabbing a finger as she walked towards the back door. "[i]Hey,[/i] don't think you're getting off scot-free, young lady. What the hell was all that? You coulda, like, at least have [i]tried[/i] to... not blatantly be suspicious. Do you..." he squinted his eyes slightly. "Do you not realize how many people in this bar you just put at risk? You think you're the only one running around who has secrets? You think that man was just here to preach and be ominous? [i]No,[/i] and this..." Simon seemed to abruptly calm down mid-sentence. "You're young, right? Not just for [i]your kind,[/i] you're... young." 

He sighed. "Whatever. Not time for a dressing down." He clapped his hands together. "So! Boys and girls of every age, what do we do with Mister Josip here? Personal vote - lock him up somewhere and ask him questions. Obviously he knows too much, but we should put off killing him. Also in that case, I vote myself as interrogator. Consider it [i]pro bono.[/i]" This was a matter of practicality - fae were notoriously good at both making people talk and making people hurt - and also of personal curiosity. Simon had already been curious, but the hunter's last words before he had fallen had been [i]'did you... do you know... her?'[/i] and something like that drove Simon's brain into a thirst for answers. If he had to poke him a bit to get an answer, well... old habits die hard.