"It's stage magic," Peter said, swallowing down irritation. "They're asking for parlour tricks, really. Making things appear and disappear, pulling fucking rabbits out of a hat."
Peter narrowed his eyes a little. If he was making money, then clearly Castiel was doing something right with his act. Yet the way he spoke of it, he sounded less interested in his job even than Peter was. "I take it mentalist isn't your normal day job then," he tested. "What did you do before?"