"And that's assuming they're capable," he said, shrugging. "Power and ability can be quite subjective," and he was a good Sentinel. He shook his head and added, only slightly sarcastically: "Even so, I intend to be on my best behaviour."

Not that he was given to brawling. Nobody would look at Even and assume that he was about to join the ranks of those known for picking fights. He was clearly a mage and, even at a glance, he was obviously not going to be particularly happy in a combat situation. Capable, yes, happy ... not so much.

He poured hot water onto the teabags in the cups and took them both to the table to be milked and sugared at their leisure.