"I intend to," Schön replies, voice like ice water as he picks his way past Naugus to the door. It's like watching cats puff up and edge past one another.

Katsuya gets a look of reproach. "You let him work his spells on you?" He tsks quietly, before turning to inspect the door, fingertips tracing over the marks left from a half-inch away, feeling the weave of the magic they define.