Right. I'll set a trap with no thaumaturgical link to the sylph and a park full of innocents around. Do I look like MacGuyver to you? [He snorts and gives up on the iron, tucking the jab into his pocket. His masculinity can't take fighting with the damn thing anymore.
No mafia enforcer is going to tell him how to do his job. He's got an eye on the park and long cranefly legs. When the sylph comes back, he'll chase it down.]
Donar as landlord? And Harry lives in the basement apt a whole season before they know he's there?
No mafia enforcer is going to tell him how to do his job. He's got an eye on the park and long cranefly legs. When the sylph comes back, he'll chase it down.]