"Well, the answer to that one is simple. I'll cast a binding agreement: that is my specialty, after all." And, without waiting for Rita to say anything else, Strange starts to cast a spell. Putting his hands behind his back, he mutters something in Latin, something in Greek, then something in English, obviously a simple binding spell. He's doing this like it's a routine, like he's cast these sorts of spells every day of his life.

Rita can feel the magical power around them, though it's hovering and tense, as if waiting to be released. "Any information obtained by I, Jonathan Strange, through this conversation and this conversation alone shall not be repeated to mages of the Circle of Enlightenment or the Enlightenment Council. Do you accept the terms?"