[For some reason, Magnus just can't let it go. More and more he's remembering things that don't fit with his life here, or any normal life for that matter. It's maddening, and he wants to figure it out more than anything because he can't shake the feeling that memories are important to him.]

Perhaps. I can't say I remember, but I thought we knew each other before. [Sweeping a hand through the air between them, he forces a smile.] Not that it matters. History or not, you're welcome at all of my parties as well as our home.