"Please, the plague of frogs thing is more than a little passé. Not to mention angelic, historically." Magnus dismisses the idea with a flick of his fingers, filling their water glasses at the same time and taking a sip of his own.

"Around here, in London? The High Warlock get-together. Every ten years or so. Ragnor Fell hosted this year. It's just a little gathering. Keeping everyone updated. Why?" He blinks innocently across the table. "What business does your lot have around here?"