"If I'd done that, you would've kept me waiting here all night to sun up, and we both know what happens at sun up for us obvious demon folk."

Shaking his wrist back and forth, the small flame closing in on his fingers dies down, and he looks his former employee up and down. With a bit of imagination, one might even say his eyes glint red under the brim of his slate gray hat.

"Why don't you invite me, Fitz? Show me your office."