He had begun to smile. “I could not help noticing that you grouped me among the magicians.” She put her hands over her face. “I should’ve quit after Barcelona.” “You are warming to me! It was but a matter of time before you began to treat me with the deference due to one of Europe’s foremost arcane minds!” Baptiste glared at the ground. “Saviour, I wish you’d drowned.” “Before long you will be boasting of having had me, for a brief time, as a friend and colleague.” Baptiste winced at the sky. “Saviour, I wish I’d drowned.”
