"It's not my kind of magic - my discipline is physical," Eliot says vaguely, probably purposely missing the point of the inspector's comment. He is trustworthy, Jean's right on that count, but that doesn't mean he wants to talk about his supposed kindness. "Besides, it doesn't matter here - probably no wizard court or any of the structures or rules that keep us in check back home."

He wonders about Jean's parents - he'd mentioned he lost them, hadn't he? And that he'd had to raise his sister. There is a whole discussion which could be had on the ethics of magic, of the theories about death and why that barrier can't really be crossed, but he doubts the blond is particularly interested in that right now.

"So you believing you're insane - is that going to have any practical effect on your behavior? Am I going to habe to stop you from being eaten by monsters or something because you're too busy denying their existence?"