"I don't know how to answer you, then," I said.
He was still staring at me. "Yes, you do. I can see a word in your eyes. One word."
When he said it, a word did come to mind. "Necromancer. I'm a necromancer."
Magnus nodded. "Does Mr. Stirling know what you are?"
"I doubt he'd understand even if I told him."
"Do you really have the ability to control all types of undead?" Magnus asked.
"Can you really make a hundred shoes in a single night?" I asked.
Magnus smiled. "Wrong kind of fairie."
"Yeah," I said.
"If you're working for Stirling, why are you here? I hope you didn't come here to try to persuade me to sell. I'd hate to have to say no to such a lovely woman."
"Can the compliments, Magnus. It won't get you anywhere."
"What would get me somewhere?"
I sighed. "I've got too many men on my plate now."
"That's the God's honest truth," Larry muttered.
I frowned at him.
"I'm not asking you out on a date. I'm asking you into my bed."
I frowned at Magnus. No, glared was a better word. "Not in this lifetime."
"Sex between supernatural beings is always amazing, Anita."
"I'm not a supernatural being."
"Now who's splitting hairs?"
I didn't know what to say to that, so I said nothing. I rarely get in trouble with silence.
Magnus smiled. "I've made you uncomfortable. I am sorry, but I'd never have forgiven myself if I hadn't asked. It's been a long time since I was with anyone who wasn't straight human. Let me buy you both drinks, to make up for my rudeness."
I shook my head. "Menus would be fine. We haven't eaten yet."
"The meals will be on the house."
"No," I said.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't particularly like you, and I don't take favors from people I don't like."
He sat back in his chair, a strange, almost startled expression on his face. "You are direct."
"You have no idea," Larry said.
I resisted the urge to kick Larry under the table and said, "Can we have some menus?"