‘What was it you were wanting anyway?’ He leer…

‘What was it you were wanting anyway?’ He leered suggestively. ‘A love philter, yes? Something to encourage the young ladies?’
‘Is it possible to walk through walls?’ said Mort desperately. Cutwell paused with his hand already halfway to a large bottle full of sticky liquid.
‘Using magic?’
‘Um,’ said Mort, ‘I don’t think so.’
‘Then pick very thin walls,’ said Cutwell. ‘Better still, use the door.’