"I," he said, returning his attention to the book, "am going to attempt an especially tricky bit of magic."

Because fuck it, if they were about to be attacked by a werewolf, he didn't have time to play coy. She'd believe him or she wouldn't.

He could all but hear his mentor listing the ways he'd been sloppy in the past 15 minutes. It wasn't as if his not-actually-present criticism was wrong, but Julius had other priorities at present.