[ So Dresden isn't going to just get to the point. Now, if John dared to take out his phone in a wizard's presence, he could message Gard and ask what the supernatural gossip network said about what was Dresden's life-threatening flavor of the week. Alas. ] Such behavior from a Council Warden. What will your superiors say? [ John's tone is dry as a desert; he's never cared for the White Council, especially since becoming aware of the business they conducted in Chicago. ]

[ Dresden does not show up without needing something. Every instance of their meeting has be the set up or subsequent payment of a debt. At the moment, they don't owe each other anything, so clearly Dresden's about to ask a favor. John smiles, a quick flash of teeth and leans back in his executive chair. ] You need something. Out with it, Harry; I have things I should be tending to.