[Vastly amused and not at all offended, Magnus leans in the doorway and watches until Reid looks up again, then laughs good-naturedly and waves a hand behind him, a slender ribbon of fog-like light spinning out from his fingers to bring him the tray of tea from the counter.]

It would clear up a number of things, wouldn't it? [Magnus balances the tray on one hand as he gestures a few stray books off a table and back to their places on the bookshelves, then sets the tray down and pours.] In that case, I think I brought a copy of The Downworlders Guide with me, that will save you time. Anything in your tea? Sugar, milk, lemon, pear vodka?