Going Down: Mickey and James
James sipped his own drink, giving Mickey a steady look and finding his words a little contradicting. But the ifrit seemed content, and James didn't press any more, though he did wonder at the way he spoke of the sun shining like it was a new revelation. Maybe the boy got his strength from the celestial body.
"Interesting," he commented. "And where will an ifrit go after finishing at St. Margaret's?"