Wilfred nearly stumbled into a nearby stack of books, glanced over to the empty desk just ahead, then at all corners of the book shop. "I suppose you  might be safe enough for a mite." His pale eyes fixed to hers and his grasp tightened. "Any blaggards come in and try to speak with you, don’t answer, just come find me at the desk. I need to ask Mab for something particularly tricksy, as soon as I can summon her, that is."