There was something terribly familiar in gazing over the rim of a filling glass of wine and into those deep blue eyes. Ancient even, like the pyramids, the Roman Coliseum, or Harrison Ford. Anthony felt the deep and unmistakable stirrings of what might have been called destiny which left him entirely unprepared for the playful jab that left him spluttering into his wine.

"I thought you meant the business with the apple?!"

He flailed in dramatic fashion to snag a napkin to wipe his lips with. They weren't a bit messy but after the bubble fountain he had created in his glass it felt better to make certain by giving them a quick dab with the cloth.

"You accuse some one of being a hitman one time!"

This too felt amazingly familiar, as if they had always verbally sparred with each other and Anthony soon snuggled back into that familiarity smiling at the absolute cheek of the man.

"Anyway I have a new theory now." He stabbed a finger at Fell like this must have been the answer. "Maybe you were a witch."

This was amended after a good moment's thought.

"Eeeeh, warlock. Whatever, the whole magic circle thing and paling around with demons... You weren't anything normal like a lawyer."