Fae glamours. So effortless, so... used to make some dude look like a pile of dirt.

"It's hard work more than talent," said Faust. Now that the man had been taken care of, some of the high-strung excitement had drained from his manner.

"Oh, that's right." He reached into his coat and handed Mab a business card. The incongruity of handing a supernatural a perfectly ordinary card after nearly killing her companion seemed to escape him. "Here you are. The address of my clinic. Usually we don't get as much excitement..."

The card listed a location in Lambeth and identified the attending physician as one Johann Faust. "But perhaps you'll stop by one day. I guarantee discreet, reasonably-priced service."