[ Oh, shit. No one has been particularly weird about these little pops of - his brain supplies - magic happening around him, but 75% of every time, in every story ever, its reveal ends in badness. So! Caginess: ]

Fine, fine. [ Look at this thousand watt smile. ] The concern is appreciated, but I think in this case I've escaped the cruel whims of gravity.

[ Eliot brushes non-existent debris out of tumbled curls. See? Fine! Like, so fine, look at him. ]