"Less wands, more ... will. And words. Lots of bloody words, for the kind of stuff I usually do."

Under other circumstances, she might toss it off like a joke: I'm a magician, mate, I saw rabbits in half and pull ladies out of hats. But they're two strangers in an empty bar in an empty city in god knows what realm. It doesn't feel like she needs to be coy and give herself plausible deniability.

"The kind of magic that's about what things are."