"There were only six of us, thank you, and the only insanity we got up to was a brief argument about which city had invented risotto. Besides," Magnus smirks as he sits back, "there are already a ton of warlocks running around here."
But he understands why Crowley might not realize that. Most demons are bad news, Crowley is the very rare, perhaps unique, exception. Besides, most warlocks keep themselves hidden quite well, and contrary to the natural assumption, most New Age style crystal-and-herb stores aren't run by warlocks. Tailor shops are more likely to have warlock proprietors, as it happens, and he knows at least one long-established Savile Row label has had the same tailor since 1806.
"Better than a ton of demons running around, though. Why London?"
He can't help but make a face at the idea of that many magic types running around under his nose, but if he hasn't had any issues with them so far, Crowley can't really complain too much. As much as he might like to.
"Why not?" He says instead with an insouciant shrug. Mostly because he can't actually remember why he and the angel had decided to settle in London in the first place. Seemed like a good idea at the time. "Guarantee I've been here longer than any of your lot, anyway."
"Oh, I had no idea you owned London," Magnus says tartly, then beams up at the server when she brings over his pot of tea. "This looks delightful," he exclaims, leaning over to inhale the steam, though he knows the tea needs a little more time to steep. Much as he's looking forward to it, he's patient. Good things are worth the wait.
Crowley may not eat, but he's got plenty of experience with someone who does, which means he ca just wait patiently for Magnus to finish his ritual. Honestly, he can't tell if introducing the warlock to the angel would be the worst idea in history or a source of endless amusement. Or both.
"Maybe I do," he says with a flicker of a grin. "It's as good a place as any to own."
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But he understands why Crowley might not realize that. Most demons are bad news, Crowley is the very rare, perhaps unique, exception. Besides, most warlocks keep themselves hidden quite well, and contrary to the natural assumption, most New Age style crystal-and-herb stores aren't run by warlocks. Tailor shops are more likely to have warlock proprietors, as it happens, and he knows at least one long-established Savile Row label has had the same tailor since 1806.
"Better than a ton of demons running around, though. Why London?"
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"Why not?" He says instead with an insouciant shrug. Mostly because he can't actually remember why he and the angel had decided to settle in London in the first place. Seemed like a good idea at the time. "Guarantee I've been here longer than any of your lot, anyway."
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"Maybe I do," he says with a flicker of a grin. "It's as good a place as any to own."