And you better remember it. I'm pretty sure the Grand Mage can order that any disrespectful detectives should be thrown in the dungeon and forced to read etiquette manuals.

[He can't quite hold a look of stiff disapproval, though he makes an effort for a few seconds. Then he grins again; he looks much less haired than he has lately, more like the man she first met before the responsibility of leadership fell on his shoulders.]

Not consciously, but you have a knack for finding trouble. I hear that's what makes you good at your job. [He bows and then straightens, snapping up a small ball of fire.] Backup to you? The honor's all mine.