[That correction only earns him a dubious stare in response. He can't be serious. Dorian follows him all the same, but he's torn between questioning this man's sanity or being irritated that Simon seems to think him so gullible. He's certainly open-minded, but there are limits.]

How is that possible? Magic can't work itself, it needs someone to channel it, control it. A spell must be cast, and no closet can do that.

[Certainly no household furnishing was capable of it, either.]