"But it's not love charms."
"No, it's natural talent on my part. Using my own homegrown magic isn't illegal if everyone knows I'm doing it."
"So you pretend it's love charms, and everyone looks the other way because they're having a good time, but it's really fairie glamor, which isn't illegal with permission of the participants."
"Exactly," he said.
"Which makes it all legal."
He nodded. "Now if I was descended from the dark side of fairie, would I do anything to bring pleasure to so many?"
"If it suited your needs, yeah."
"Isn't there a ban on unseelie court moving to this country?" Larry asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Not if my family moved here before the ban went into effect. The Bouviers have been here for nearly three hundred years."
"Not possible," I said. "Nobody but the Indians have been here that long."
"Llyn Bouvier was a French fur trapper. He was the first European to set foot on this land. He married into the local tribe, Christianized them."
"Bully for him. So how come you didn't want to sell to Raymond Stirling?"
He blinked at me. "It would disappoint me greatly to find out you are working for him."
"Sorry to disappoint you," I said.
"What are you?"
He hadn't asked who, he'd asked what. It was a very different question. It sort of stopped me for a second.
"I'm Anita Blake; this is Larry Kirkland. We're animators."
"I take it you don't draw cartoons," he said.
It made me smile. "No. We raise the dead; 'animate' from the Latin, to give life."
"Is that all you do?" He was staring at me very intently, like there was something written on the inside of my skull and he was trying to read it.
It was an uncomfortable level of scrutiny, but I've been stared at by the best. I met his eyes and answered. "I'm a licensed vampire executioner."
He shook his head gently. "I didn't ask what you did for a living. I asked what you were."
I frowned. "Maybe I don't understand the question."
"Perhaps you don't, but your friend asked what I was. You said I was a fairie. I ask you what you are, and you describe your job. It would be like me saying I'm a bartender."
"I don't know how to answer you, then," I said.
He was still staring at me. "Yes, you do. I can see a word in your eyes. One word."
When he said it, a word did come to mind. "Necromancer. I'm a necromancer."
Magnus nodded. "Does Mr. Stirling know what you are?"
"I doubt he'd understand even if I told him."
"Do you really have the ability to control all types of undead?" Magnus asked.
"Can you really make a hundred shoes in a single night?" I asked.
Magnus smiled. "Wrong kind of fairie."
"Yeah," I said.
"If you're working for Stirling, why are you here? I hope you didn't come here to try to persuade me to sell. I'd hate to have to say no to such a lovely woman."
"Can the compliments, Magnus. It won't get you anywhere."
"What would get me somewhere?"
I sighed. "I've got too many men on my plate now."
"That's the God's honest truth," Larry muttered.
I frowned at him.
"I'm not asking you out on a date. I'm asking you into my bed."
I frowned at Magnus. No, glared was a better word. "Not in this lifetime."
"Sex between supernatural beings is always amazing, Anita."
"I'm not a supernatural being."
"Now who's splitting hairs?"
I didn't know what to say to that, so I said nothing. I rarely get in trouble with silence.
Magnus smiled. "I've made you uncomfortable. I am sorry, but I'd never have forgiven myself if I hadn't asked. It's been a long time since I was with anyone who wasn't straight human. Let me buy you both drinks, to make up for my rudeness."
I shook my head. "Menus would be fine. We haven't eaten yet."
"The meals will be on the house."
"No," I said.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't particularly like you, and I don't take favors from people I don't like."
He sat back in his chair, a strange, almost startled expression on his face. "You are direct."
"You have no idea," Larry said.
I resisted the urge to kick Larry under the table and said, "Can we have some menus?"
He raised a hand and called, "Two menus, Dorrie."
Dorrie brought them over. "I'm part owner of this place, not your waitress, Magnus. Hurry it up."
"Don't forget that appointment I've got tonight, Dorrie." His voice was mild. She wasn't fooled.
"You aren't leaving me alone with these people. I will not..." She glanced at us. "I don't approve of lovers' night. You know that."