[ Magic is that way and has a scent all it's own. Depends on the user as well, John's found. Faust's, for instance, always had a heady scent to it with an undertow of something heinous. It's easy to chat about while they're going at such a lazy pace. ]

Only sometimes.

[ The fact that he's even asking questions is progress enough for now. As for things smashing into his apartment? Well, if that happened with every skeptic around there'd be a lot less of them. He's safe as houses.

If those houses hadn't already been broken into by a hell beast. ]

There's a feel to it all. Most of my work is based on sharp instincts. They keep me alive. Everything has it's own energy like ripples in a pond. I just learned to read the ripples.