"Hmm." Is all Finnick gets for his troubles. She knows, it's safe to say. Nothing has been able to touch Fagin in millennia. She had no reason to doubt that was the same for Finnick.

It's unnerving, to hear that. She'd had the thought tickling at the back of her head for the past few weeks, but now... "It's not even about practicing dark magic," she muttered darkly. "If he wanted, I'd give him a bloody signed contract saying I'd never summon a fae." Go over to their flat and visit one, sure. But never summon one. Pity she couldn't say the same for others.

She wasn't even that good at magic!