"A...a book?" He asked, voice cracking. "You mean you have THE Key of Solomon? Mister, you don't know what that is you have. In the right hands, and I'm pretty sure those would be mine, that book can do some serious damage to the other world bad guys." He rubbed his hands together in almost glee.
"You know, wizards aren't all bad." He shrugged. "Most of us are just cranky, old men."