"Oh, he's going to hate that."

"And what do you think of it?"

"I'm... not happy," he sighs. "But I wasn't exactly expecting anything specific before now."

"I think it's to do with some kind of personal sympathy with the kind of magic," Cam mentions. "But I haven't known either of you long enough to produce guesses."

"Yeah. You guys are close, apparently? In spite of - due to? in concert with? - bickering like an old married couple."

"Best friends for years," he says. "'In concert with' probably covers it best out of those."

"I mean, even if you get different kinds, every few years there's a concordance between whatever pair of worlds. There's mail. Fairies are kind of shit with it but they're better than nothing."

"Rayne still wouldn't like it. I don't know if I'd mind as much, but I'd mind. Too late to do anything about it, though, I guess. Want to give us tips on making better circles?"

"Maybe. Are you going to do anything with them than summon a random angel for ten seconds just to qualify as summoners?"

"Well, I won't. Unless there's some wonderful thing I could do instead that I don't know about because I don't know your magic. But knowing my magic, I'd much rather stick to the basics than get into anything dangerous."

"Demons make things, angels change things, fairies move things, is the basics."

"Demons seem most useful by far out of that list, but then, maybe I'm biased."

"What, 'cause I'm pretty?"

"You're pretty, you make an amazing hangover cure, you made me an amazing guitar... are you sure you don't want a kiss?"

"What? I never said I didn't."

"You never said you did," he points out. "You asked me if I was serious, was I not clear enough that I was serious?"

"I did not think you were serious!"

"Well, now you know."

"I'm not sure I do, all this talk and no actual kiss."

"Right, I can take a hint when it's written in very large letters," says Ripper, and he puts down his tea and goes for that kiss.

Mmm kiss.

"Oh, joy, an audience," says Cam, rolling his eyes.