[ Magnus has his suspicions now, especially given how Jonathan insists upon his sleep schedule. He's known a few people who have such stringent requirements put upon themselves, and none of them have anything to do with preference.
He strolls over to his door and opens it with a wave of his hand, the lock clicking undone and the door whooshing open to permit them. Magnus immediately begins discarding portions of his wardrobe as he enters: a jacket over a wingback chair; a cravat on the floor; his waistcoat on a counter.
He waves his hand again to shut the door behind Jonathan. ]
You can drop the glamour now, darling. We're alone.
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[ Magnus has his suspicions now, especially given how Jonathan insists upon his sleep schedule. He's known a few people who have such stringent requirements put upon themselves, and none of them have anything to do with preference.
He strolls over to his door and opens it with a wave of his hand, the lock clicking undone and the door whooshing open to permit them. Magnus immediately begins discarding portions of his wardrobe as he enters: a jacket over a wingback chair; a cravat on the floor; his waistcoat on a counter.
He waves his hand again to shut the door behind Jonathan. ]
You can drop the glamour now, darling. We're alone.