Turning his focus on the woman who responded, he steps closer to converse with her directly. "Oh, I doubt this place doesn't have its own brand of interest. Beauticians hear the best gossip, you know."

Getting his nails done while both he and the artist were drunk sounded incredibly fun, but the offer of rubbing alcohol makes his nose scrunch up with distaste. He offered a hand to shake and replaced the grimace on his face with a smile. "Magnus Bane. I'll keep my internal organs intact and go for the standard manicure, then. I wouldn't be fit to sue, but my husband might go wild trying to avenge me."