They were in one of the larger rooms of the castle, chosen because of the size. Magic couldn't be done properly in close quarters—not when dealing with a beginner.
Janus sat attentively, a doll-like speck of pale hair when viewed from the top. Ozzie's rumbling voice was easily drowned out.
"And here I wondered why Ozzie kept you, Flea." Slash muttered.
Flea, hovering next to the other Mystic where he was propped amphibian-like against the ceiling beams, gave Slash a scornful glance. His fellow did not notice, but rather remained fixed on Janus, that wry intelligent face shifting in the presence of potential.
Following the fat imp's instructions, Janus clapped his hands far below them. Though nothing came of it visually, they all felt the air twinge.
"You work wonders." He finished.
Flea smiled, one fingertip drifting to his sweet mouth.
"Well… beauty isn't everything." He said softly.
His favorite bit of irony.