The driver helped her with her bags and she got in the back and they set off for the 90-minute drive home. Sophie sat in the back lost in her phone as...the driver made small talk with her, asking where she had been, who she went with and if she had a good time. She was wearing a navy-blue jumpsuit and flats. She noticed that the driver kept on looking at her in the rear-view mirror which made her smile a little. “Will the traffic make it more expensive?” Sophie asked jokingly “Nah you’re alright. Had you not chosen to appear in my door at that particular moment, you might never have learned of her existence and this issue would never have developed." Are you saying that you want to keep on seeing other women? And sleeping with other women?" Don't get ahead of me here, please. That woman, I would use her name, but it is best if I do not at this time, is married but her husband has never been able to give her any degree of sexual satisfaction. I am not talking about always, I am saying. The heels looked too impossibly tall to even be able to walk in them. There was a whole shelf of coiled rope in many rainbow hues, and another filled with duct tape in a variety of patterns and colours. What had made her gasp, however, was not the shoes, nor the ropes, nor the tape. It was the sex toys. A bright crimson flush spread over her cheeks as she took in the various boxes, each adorned with graphic pictures and words. Some she readily recognized - she was a grown woman after all - but. Makes me a nice tidy profit, but doesn't give me a lot more time for research." You mean that the Council can't copy your amulets, John?" asked Mage Angéle."Apparently not," I replied. "Though I've demonstrated the technique to them five times now." Guess that explains the failed amulet of the Nephilim Mage," mused Arch as we gazed around the sub-basement."I think we've found where Heinrich lives," I said. "Or was living."The basement was light and airy, with a set of wards designed to make it.