Well I tend not to strike myself with the lightning... [He tsks softly, clicking his tongue as he straightens out his robes and even goes so far as to sort of curl his mustache in his finger tips to be sure it's back in place.]

This place has been throwing my magics off since my arrival, but I'm fairly certain that I can do it properly. I just... I need to keep trying and I'm certain I'll finally get it back to normal.

[Today. Somehow. Because he had entirely too much of that Champagne that make him feel wonderful and bubbly and like he can DO ANYTHING. Just be glad he doesn't want to attempt to fly....because that wouldn't happen no matter how hard he believes.]