"Of course," Adrian said. "Adrian Blackwood, of the Blackwood coven, Witch of the Flesh."

He waited for the recognition. Not of him, of course, but of the Blackwood. Even if she hadn't figured it out before, there was only one Blackwood coven and they were well-known for being the only producers of potions, magical cosmetics, and other luxury magical goods that were highly prized in the Holy City, which was why they were allowed into the Boston Anchor Market despite being heretics, instead of being stomped into oblivion by Gilgamesh and all the forces of Heaven.