Forms, of course. They were a delightful part of any business transaction, weren't they? Well. The more legitimate ones, anyway. He'd engaged in his fair share of the opposite. Still, he took the pen as instructed and began working on what was necessary.
"A little early it is," he agreed, that pen scritching on the paper - he had the writing of a serial killer, on most occasions, so he tried to make it legible now. "So what's your pleasure then, Everleigh?" he asked, his grin making it clear that he was aware of the double-meaning of the words. "With magic, I mean."
He didn't have her pedigree in front of him, just knew that she was familiar with the arcane - he could feel it, so his curiosity was naturally piqued.