"They even manage all three at once. Bit of an impressive hat trick really," Dean told her with a smile and a roll of his eyes.
He laughed. "Tell me how you really feel, Greengrass," he teased her. "I don't believe in it mostly, but the few real ones probably have a hard time getting anyone to believe them. Like the boy who cried wolf. One comes along who really does know there's something bad out there and no one believes them." He shrugged one shoulder. "One plus one I can manage. But get into the multiplying and dividing, and I'm rubbish if I can't write it down."
He reached up, brushing her hair back as she tilted her hair. "I don't know. I'd still fancy a chance to sketch you. But maybe if I siphon off a bit of magic first, it'll come out better," he mused, smiling a bit.