his sigh was long-suffering. lips pursing in a dark scowl as nothing happened. he glanced down at the pentagram. taking in the details, searching for a flaw in the design. of course, there was none. he wasn’t an amateur. he knew how to draw a pentagram and conduct a ritual. and yet, if he concentrated enough he could feel a slight resistance. eyes closed as he let his magic guide him. mind intent and focus, looking, hunting. and he found it ; foreign magic. eyes opened as he practically lighted up in satisfaction. “ well, well, well, looks like someone want to toy with us.” he purred with a smirk that was all teeth. “ what do you say, darling ? should we teach them a lesson ? ”