The Trinket Didn't Work...

Killian remained calm, his face stony and his demeanor chilled. He would have to be respectful. Still, he lamented bitterly.

"Contrary to popular belief, not everything is about you," he replied. There was a subtle venom in his words, and he was close to baring his teeth. And while that was not a threatening gesture as a person, if he had been in his other form, he would have looked uncharacteristically savage. "I am allowed to be peeved by things unrelated to you and your irrelevant issues."

Magnus took that as her cue - yet again - and shooed Killian away. Killian hesitated for a moment before disappearing, but not without knocking all the glasses on the table over with a tiny pulse of magic. Magnus would deal with him later.

"He's a cat," Magnus said quickly. "They get like that sometimes. All our conversations and touring and paperwork can be done tomorrow! After you've had a chance to sleep properly. You look exhausted and if I recall, I was interrupting your latest attempt at some shut eye. How about we reconvene for all that fun stuff after breakfast tomorrow morning?"