The witch's familiar was not a medium by any stretch of the imagination but Kit at least knew when things weren't Lorenzo's magic. It was his job, after all, to know these things. And this was not simply - what had Lorenzo called it? - static from the backlash.
"That's not..."
Shut up, was Lorenzo's only response as he drank some water from the faucet. It wasn't so bad; the cold from the water cleared his head somewhat slightly. When the temperature turned up, Lorenzo noticed, but only to the extent that a cooking crab notices the pot's gotten slightly warmer. No reason to panic, everyone, just a temperature fluctuation. We're not cooking or anything.
"Lorenzothisisn'tnormal!" Kit responded quickly before he could be interrupted.
"Porco Dio!" Lorenzo whipped his head from under the sink and touched the side of his face gently, breathing through his mouth. It was tender and the smoke coming up from the sink only testified to the heat level. He hadn't even touched that half of the faucet. Reaching over, he tightened both knobs closed. His face stung. Okay, maybe Kit won today. Not that Lorenzo would ever admit that out loud. He was going back to bed.