[Even with all the bolstering, there are so many little kernels of truth in this child's behavior. It would take a blinder man to not see them all at once, and despite the natural tendency he has to point them out, Magnus is filing away some of that recognition for a later time.

Since his arrival in Deerington, he's already had to come to terms with certain inadequacies he's never had to cope with before. His magic was on a leash, and even with the book of white he's not been able to resolve it.]

Whether you like it or not, half-pint, my services are required in this particular case. If not for your lack of rhythm than certainly for your ineptitude for teamwork.

[Harsh? Not quite, the way it rolls off his tongue doesn't have the usual bite and with an irritated roll of his eyes he snaps his fingers, energy coming to dwell within his palms, he pushes that energy downward, and then throws it up - the ceiling breaking apart from the impact, shrapnel and debris raining down around them.

The energy it's taken to simply get that done has him melting down against the back bar of the dance machine, thankfully it's providing some protection from the spell.]

Oh, and - don't flatter yourself. I wouldn't have played this game with you anyway. The music is terrible and you're a little young for me yet, biscuit.