Michael pointed his chopsticks at Anthony. "Don't doubt my skills, Goldstein. I've had a lot of practice since we were kids." He shook his head. "But if you want to practice spellwork, I know a few hexes I would like to test out."
He clutched his heart and sighed. "Your words cut me deep," he joked. "That is just your way of saying you wouldn't. share a flat with a common ruffian like me. I understand. I don't blame you. A true artist lives a lonely, solitary life." Then he chuckled, unable to keep a straight face.
He ate and listened to his mate chat comfortably with Liliana. He had done a nice job of organizing the dinner. And Anthony had been concerned. Michael snorted and ordered another drink.