"Naw. Just luck. Good or bad, depending on how you look at it," Magnus says, setting his knife on the bedside table, amiably making room for the fact that any lack of contact they've had has been entirely purposeful and that she might not even like him too much. That's fine. He's always managed to bulldoze his way through that, much to others' chagrin.

"Come on, might as well take a load off. Better me than some of the chumps you get around here." He eyes her curiously. "Been meaning to get to know you anyhow."