Sofia paused at the phrase touchy-feely. Setting someone on fire might not be the man's only concern, bad enough as it was. Mouth set into a line, she marched into the library - a large, circular room with stained glass skylights and rows and rows of books circling around them. She stopped midway and pursed her lips, thinking, before flicking her wrist. An entire row of books shot out at them and Sofia yelped, dropping to the ground, and taking Marion with her.

It wouldn't do to brain her latest client.

"Sorry about that," she said, standing up, and helping Marion up as well. "Where I usually am, my magic tends to be more precise." She'd really only wanted one book - Exorcisms, Hexorcisms, and Sexorcisms: Cism-ing your External Evil Elements." It was a ridiculous title, she knew, but she implicitly trusted the writer of the not at all ancient tome.

"Where can we find him?" she asked as she flipped through the book. "We're going to need a big space, in case whatever's taken him over is a giant in its original demonic form."