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"I've had that feeling," Jeremiah eyes flicked back between the water he was holding up and the burning man. His gaze settled there, ignoring the twinge at being called my boy.

"I can't say now," he finally said. Not that he did not know but that this had not been planned and Jeremiah could not do this without someone knowing what he was doing before hand. "... but next time I see you, it will be about the favor."

Jeremiah was not expecting that. The feeling, the sensation of something pushing against his magic. Perhaps it was just him but it felt a lot like-

He could not say, feeling out of breath because of the abrupt stop of his magic. The detective watched a moment longer, as if expecting him to reappear. When he didn't his focus went back to the fountain.

Pitiful effort my bloody arse.

The water was raised again, Jeremiah putting more behind it. It was easier to command this than acknowledge that soon, very soon, he would have to use his favor. For now he put everything into practicing his magic and, by the time he left other ashdown, he would be too tired to let dark thoughts get to him.

Hopefully.