"Likely."<br/><br/>He raised an eyebrow slightly, trying to imagine the world through a magical detective's eyes. What could they see that he couldn't? What methods could they use that he didn't have access to? While he was pretty good himself, and had achieved a surprising understanding of the way of things from his brief encounters with those in the subculture, he had no doubt that there was much he missed out on by not dabbling in himself. Most of his innocence was valid, in deed if not in intent--he rarely carried out his orders himself, though he knew he was surprisingly capable should it come to that. Still, should someone take it upon themselves, what could they still find out about him through sorcery?<br/><br/>He shrugged it out of his mind for the moment and looked to her curiously, watching her square her shoulders and lean back. Cocky, confident... an alpha-bitch, as one of his men had rudely commented on meeting a woman of similar disposition, and one with an itch to prove it to herself. The only question became whether her devotion to her job and her orders was subservient to her need to own the situation or vice-versa...<br/><br/>For perhaps the third time this conversation, Carlo reminded himself that this was not his world and not his problem. Answer her questions, assist when necessary, an above all<span style="font-style: italic">do not get involved</span>.<br/><br/>He'd yet to see anyone get ahead by dipping their toe into mystic waters.<br/><br/>"There was no reason to ban people from entering, and I'm sure a few people have been in and out through due course, but I couldn't say for certain. No one else has lived there, which is the extent of my knowledge. I can give you the address or an escort, whichever you prefer."