Jackson takes his hand, giving it a firm shake. "I'm not so surprised. Given the right book, it'd be worth its value in blood." And it's not a joke; a rare spell could be worth more than a handful of diamonds, depending on the interested party. The fact that he'd admit to it, well...

A low laugh rumbles in his chest. Sinister. Yeah, Jackson likes that.

"Magic. Werewolves. Fae. This world ain't for the faint of heart, even for coppers used to ripped up tarts and shot-up corpses."