"'Not a magician'?! No, I think you've made that quite clear. Not that it stopped you, now did it? You can save the playing dumb act for someone who doesn't know any better, Miss Jones. I'm tired of playing along with you."

Come to think of it there's no reason for him put up with her holding him against this wall either. At once the boy, who is if nothing else still surprisingly strong, throws off her grip.

"I think," he says, poking her in the chest. Maybe not something he would have done if his thoughts weren't floating from the evening's activities, but he isn't and that might as well be her fault too. "It's high time you were the one answering questions here. So spit it out. What were the words you used to dismiss me?"