Ah, you're twisting my arm, but I understand perfectly! How inelegant it would be, if I were to inconvenience a lady.

[He'd honestly rather practice in private anyway, at least until he can cast a spell without embarrassing himself or setting his clothes on fire. His ego will suffer far less. He brushes his fingers through the veil of emerald bangs hanging over his right eye.]

Very well, then. When do we eat?