"Not really." Isn't that the answer he gives every time, though? Sometimes it's true, but there's really no counting on his opinion. He finally stands, brushing out his clothes, and heads toward the window.

"Oh, though--" A quick glance back over his shoulder. "You probably shouldn't show off here, when we head outside." When, not if. Of course. "It sounds like they don't like it."

Which is going to be a little annoying, and possibly difficult to keep in mind. He's always been fond of idly casted spells while he's thinking.