As the cigarette smoke slips from his lips in an exhale, he hears someone groaning in effort and glances toward your direction. He sees you practicing dark magic and is immediately intrigued. He assesses your near perfect form, your expressions and he decided in that moment he needed you to work with him. In more ways than one. He drops his cigarette and crushes it with his foot before heading toward you and picking up your grimoire. "So, when can I sign you up as my apprentice, love?"