Adam cringed. He didn't actually want to know how Muggles felt. He'd pretended to be one on more than one occasion, and had done things by hand he'd normally do by magic. But not being able to go back to just using magic? This sucked. "I'm sure that my wonderful superiors back home will take great advantage of my being magic-less, just like they did when I spent all that time with the voodoo priestesses. Which I'm still writing about, mind." He patted the bag that had all the papers in it.
"It is totally going to be that awful," Adam said. "I'm sure they won't even let me climb out a window to smoke. Not that I won't probably do it anyway, but hey." He paused, then raised a hand to his face. "Shit. Can I ask you a really odd question?"