"Oi," he said, putting his smoke out with his usual magic trick of just making the entire thing disappear to -- wherever cigarette went when he was done smoking them, he supposed. "I've got a button up for every day of the week plus an emergency back up, y'know."
"A corner, eh? Romantic, Danvers." Still, he knew what was up there. He'd make a few repairs himself if necessary. Magic was good for plenty, after all. He grabbed his box back up off the counter before they headed upstairs, pocketing the thing.
Maybe he'd just keep it out in the open as a reminder, this time.