"Yes." To punctuate the point, he shifts back, a teenager on all fours on the floor, breathing just a little heavier than usual. He stands back up, a happy gleam in his eyes. He should know better than to give into his vanity, but it's nice to have someone complimenting his abilities instead of being afraid of them. "It is magic, a gift we are given when we come of the right age."

His staff, in it's usual impeccable timing, has caught up to them. It is propped up against a nearby wall and Garrett grabs it. "So how is it a lady such as yourself comes to have a weapon that can kill the hounds?"