"What would I get out of this deal?"
"Depends on how useful you are," I said around a mouthful of shrimp salad. "I'll compensate you financially for your time at the very least."
"How about a question for a question?"
The last question game I'd played had ended up with me narrowly avoiding being chopped up for parts in a cockamamie Dream Market in Hedon. While we were now in the real world, I was kind of gun-shy about doing that, because Ivan was still a criminal.
On the other hand, thanks to my association with the Queen, it was doubtful he'd risk hurting me, and I think I secretly amused him. Besides, if all else failed, my magic trumped his.
I picked up the other half of the sandwich. "All right, but I won't dish on the Queen or anything that falls under a confidentiality agreement."
"Ask away."
He popped the lid on the Tupperware and put it in the fridge.
"Do you know any necromancers?"