Cinna considered himself fortunate for having no idea what those words meant in that combination. He wasn't going to go up against gods or demons anytime soon, so why try to understand them?
He felt the same way about certain politicians, though, and look where that got him.
"Me and Thomas?" Cinna met his eyes in the mirror. "Me and Thomas... are very good friends. As you might imagine. Why? Did you fall under his spell while you were throwing salt at him? Ghosts can be very charming, I hear..."