Raylan's eyebrows go up very slightly. "Honestly, Mr. Dresden, I haven't heard that much. But just because you don't go out of your way to do it doesn't mean it won't happen just the same. They blew up an ice cream shop, killed the proprietor and several bystanders, and seem somewhat intent on making my life difficult and making you appear to be the cause of it. I think it's not outside the realm of possibility that they might try to kill you first. ...Granted, I'd shoot them before you could blow us all to hell, but the point stands."

He scratches Mouse's ears vigorously, for all intents and purposes focusing on the dog instead of the conversation. "Give me the list. I'll do some calling around, see what I turn up, and if I think there's a possibility they won't try to add you to their body count, then, maybe, you can come along."