[He glances briefly down at Alec’s legs practically swung over his lap. This man is the only person in the world who could get away with that, but because it’s Alec, Henry only finds the familiarity somewhat of a comfort. He hands the note back.]

It must be a universal rule that portals take as much time as they do effort to make.

[He would know, too.]

You have them all over the city or something?