At that, Peridot glances over at the rest of the crowd in the alley, all mingling and muttering among themselves. He's right, of course. She makes an irritated noise and folds her arms at her chest, gaze flicking back to the changeling once more.

"Fine. For the sake of practicality, I'll save the hexing for after this ridiculously ill-advised mission is completed. In the meantime, you should thank me for my incredible self-restraint by identifying yourself. Assuming you have an identity beyond just, 'magical doorman'."