"Assholes," Peter asserted. If anyone around here knew anything of use, surely it would be them. It was just a matter of how to get them talking.
“I’m Peter. They’ve set me up to be the illusionist.” Peter said, careful to omit his last name. His name was well-known in stage magic and occult scholar circles alike, and he would rather stay under the radar as best he could for now, at least until he could get his bearings.
He tilted his head slightly. This guy, Castiel... He didn’t really give off a bad vibe, not the way things like Jerry or Ed did. But there was something about the way he spoke, the way he held himself, that was a bit odd. “Mentalist, huh?” Unless he was one of those people who kept a drastically different stage persona to their everyday self, Castiel didn’t really seem to have the dramatic flare for such a job. Though this quiet, man-of-mystery aura could also be made to work in his favour. “How’s that working out for you?”