"In my defense, this place is distracting." And yet boring all at the same time. He's reaching for his business cards then realizing he doesn't have them or his coat so it looks like he just patted down his own chest for something that wasn't there. Smooth, John. He drops his hands to his sides and pushes out an annoyed breath even as he watches her work. It's calming somehow, like sorting ingredients for a spell. "And anyway I was gonna have the wording changed. Master sounds so pretentious. I fancy myself more of a petty dabbler."

He waits a beat, rubbing a hand over his face. "I specialize in exorcisms."