Mehitabel listens! She is not quite that advanced yet but it's still interesting.
Once the conversation concludes, or at least reaches a lull such that the other magician is comfortable leaving to get more hors d'oeuvres, Kanimir turns to her, inspects her, and says, "You're Horace Rockwaller's younger apprentice, aren't you?"
"That's nice to hear. His granddaughter mentioned you to me."
"She didn't have anything that unpleasant to say. Actually she wanted to know if I could recruit you."
"Projects! Big ones. I want to solve Hell. And help the fairies get off their planet so they can have all the kids they want. And make the situation with religions less messy so that God can recharge faster and do more things."
"Religions," he says skeptically, "and I, have not historically had a positive relationship. And I shall believe that God exists when I see some damn evidence that isn't a priest reading fucking tea leaves in coincidences."
"Something that isn't obvious nonsense. I can't say I've ever considered it likely enough to give it more thought than that."
"It is mostly obvious nonsense in your lifetime," nods Mehitabel, "I don't blame you a bit."
"I've never met one. I've met at least one of almost everything, but I've never met an angel. How do you know they really are one?"
"There are spells that can temporarily give someone wings," he confirms. "How do you know she didn't cast anything?"
"I was looking right at her and she didn't say or do anything between not having them and having them."
"I don't think my mother's been systematically lying to me my whole life, but I did say mostly, anyway, I'm also the last person God's directly spoken to since 1926."