"So fortify the place with a spell so it doesn't break," John said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, glancing over at the nearest wall and considering it for a moment. "Know any especially talented sorcerers?" Of course she did. And he was annoyingly persistent.
But she was flirting back. If she wasn't, he'd have actually given up by now. But there she was, offering challenging expressions over one of his best and favorite topics. "Not to ever talk poorly of The Runaways, considering I thought Lita Ford was going to be my wife for the majority of my teens," he said, "But Fleetwood Mac came first and the Ramones were better than the New York Dolls by a stretch."