Autor laughs, short and sharp. "Does it? I can guarantee that I have no interest in your first born," he says, barely able to keep the sardonic tone out of his voice. He shuts his book and floats closer to her so that she can inspect the carpet. "It's perfectly safe. You never know when you'll get another offer to ride on a flying carpet, you know?"

He inclines his head. "But let me introduce myself first, so it's a less seedy deal. I am Autor, a simple music student, not a wizard or any other type of magical person."