"I agree," Odin told his twin as he chewed. "Although I didn't pay too much attention to it I think - only think - it was just the closest translation to what was there before. So, street names." He shrugged. "I need to brush up on magic because I can't for the life of me think of-" Abruptly, Odin stopped talking and stared into the air for a few seconds. "No, no. Not magic. Glamour." He grinned, pleased with himself. "Changing the form of things with magic is absolutely tricky, but glamour, well, that's its primary function!" Honestly could he get an award if he went to the police with that information? Not that he would, he wouldn't want to add to the animosity against magic, glamour or anything else users, but still.
Odin found himself briefly distracted by his sister's exchange with her familiar, snorting loudly when the Commodore successfully used logic to argument against the Angel of Logic herself. It was funny how much of a dog he still was, though, only instead of looking at her with begging eyes and a cute irresistible expression he'd gone and talked his way into almost getting himself some forbidden food. "Wooow he almost had you, Cels."
While Orion explained Cels just in what way they had been busier, proud of himself for the both of them for the reaction they'd had on the female patients - and some male, which Odin wasn't any less proud of - Odin stared at his sister. When his brother directed the conversation towards Cels' day Odin held up a hand. "Orion, wait. Making patients sway doesn't exactly mean corrupting them. I have a feeling this isn't about the two of us, but more specifically about me." He blinked. "Is it?" That smirk Cels had had when she'd made the comment said everything. This was about Bella, he was sure of it, he knew who he was dealing with here.