She seemed like a creature made to attract everyone and express nothing real, though it would take a master observer, like Magnus, to know it.
You love him as a falcon loves his master who binds and blinds it.
Isabelle glanced back at them. "They're staring at you. Maybe their master died and they're looking for another vampire to own them. You could have pets." She grinned. "Or," Simon said ,"maybe they're here for the hash browns.