"No!" he gasps, all faux shock. "And here I thought the second moon in the sky was someone's bad idea of a joke."

Oh and now he really is getting angry. It's a good thing that the ol' Marquis over there is so thoroughly soused so as to not recognize which direction is which, because in this one the dark skinned boy is rapidly growing long in the tooth and awfully sharp in the fingernail region. He bristles like a porcupine.

"Of course you didn't summon me here. It seems abundantly clear that all of this is an accident. We're talking about when you did before. In London! In that stodgy upstairs room with your wobbly excuses for pentacles!"