[X] Plan Icy plunge
-[X] Share information
--[X] Do Not mention Nemesis by name
--[X] Give the names of all the infected
--[X] Tell her of the Sapphire Ritual of Exorcism as an absolute way to non-lethally remove Nemesis from its victims
-[X] STUNT: As you sit down across the table from Mab, the chill of Winter caresses your skin, not yours, but no less invigorating. It is a bit like jumping into icy water. It is nothing compared to what you are about to do and say. For a moment you are still, your breath held, the weight of infinite Fate an almost tangible binding, and then you look directly into her eyes, and with your words sever those binding threads: " Your Majesty, before we talk of anything else, before any trades can be discussed, I have a duty to fulfill, as a denizen of this Creation. Those under your domain have been taken by the ones I would name my enemies, and whom I know you also call such. It is within my power to shatter their chains without damaging the victim unduly. Know, that I will be doing so to them all, your Lady first and foremost. It is my hope, if not a request, that we cooperate in this, if nothing else "
[X]Plan Brass Tacks -[X]Tell Mab Winter has been infiltrated. Mention Nemesis by name and give the names of all the infected -[X]Bring up Sapphire Circle of Exorcism as a treatment option -[X]STUNT: You meet the Faerie queen's eyes across the table, blue meeting green, as you reach inside your jacket for a notepad and pen. "Before anything else, ma'am, I bring a warning, freely given, as one who lives on this side of the Gates. Nemesis" and there is absolutely no reaction in her face or the temperature of the room to the name "has found its way into your house, and has" you search for an appropriate word "infested senior members of your Court." You reach into your jacket for a notepad and pen, printing three names on paper, before tearing off the page and pass it across the table. "Your resources can undoubtedly confirm when you check." She takes the paper and stares at it for a long moment, before the paper flakes into dust. Then she meets your eyes again.