“Ramon” he says again, with a small smile.

“I’m listening. I’m trying to make you not worry because I love you and you shouldn’t have to worry, but I solemnly swear, by my jaguar tooth, that I will be careful when I go into the bar and on the look out for any people with spells on them or behaving irrationally, just in case I can’t see the magic, alright? I swear it. Now please, stop worrying.”