He should have been more aware of his surroundings, but the confusing conversation he was having with the being he'd attempted to get an explanation from kept him from realizing that anyone was near. Feeling the hand on his arm, he reacted instantly, ready to fight whoever had touched him. Until he realized who it was, the warmth of fingers on his skin as familiar as the catlike eyes he looked down...

Down?

Pulling away, he scowled at the being who almost looked like Magnus. His hand flexed as if he wanted to be holding a weapon, but he didn't attack. Why was Magnus shorter than him? Everything else seemed the same except that. But there was something off that he couldn't quite grasp but that could be because the fact that Magnus was supposed to be taller than him was difficult to ignore. "Why are you pretending to be the High Warlock of Brooklyn?"