"Done." Tully broke free of Henry's grip and snapped his fingers. Little gold sparks flew from his fingertips as he did so. "Used to have to click me heels 'n'all, but I suppressed that. You should get a phone call in a few minutes. Top'o'th'mornin' t'ye." He doffed an imaginary cap and turned away, going a few feet with a certain skip in his step. Then he paused and swung around, one finger held up in remembrance.
"Almost forgot! Yer car!" he said, coming back, and then reached into his pocket. "Where's the fucker," he grumbled, the contents of his pocket jangling.