Dresden dismissed the concern with a wave of his hand.
"I'm sure we could get away with some light," he said. "There's weird lights on all the time. It's Gotham."
He looked around the room for a light switch. The darkness that had fallen in the room made it harder to see one, but Dresden had already revealed that he was a magician. He just had to act the part.
So how was he supposed to act the part? Was he supposed to make up his own rules? He wasn't going to mention the demon summoning here. That would make things awkward. He didn't need someone to judge him for morals he didn't actually have. Maybe he could say something in Latin before using his magic? He knew the language well enough.
Or he could take the DC approach and just say what he was doing backwards. If they ran into an actual magic user here, they wouldn't raise an eyebrow—unless it was too weird to have the exact same kind of magic.
...Better yet, he could do a mix of the two! Backwards Latin. Yeah, that would work well enough.
His fingertips itched at the thought of conjuring a flame. Fire and air always called to him like that.
"Essecra ammalf," Dresden muttered as he held his hand out. Right when he finished speaking, he made the flame appear in his palm. It didn't burn him, but would probably burn anyone else who got too close. He looked up at the others. "Until we find a light switch, we can use this."
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