"Oh, is that how it is?" Stephen's attention finally slips to the side; he cranes his head and looks at her fully, bemused. "Here I am, helping you out of the goodness of my heart, and all I get is mockery in return. The injustice."
His distraction takes its toll a moment later: down the hall, he can feel the door to the kitchen creak and whine. Some water is starting to seep through the hinges, trickling onto the tile floor. Wong is the most talented chef of the resident sorcerers; he's going to murder them all if his kitchen is ruined. So after a second, Stephen shores up the edges of the spell again, fortifying the boundaries, holds it steady once more.
It's a matter of willpower, more than anything, and he's always been bullishly good on willpower.
"Anyway, I've already been humiliated in a drinking competition, so I'm not eager for a repeat. I don't recommend going up against an Asgardian, in case you were wondering."
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His distraction takes its toll a moment later: down the hall, he can feel the door to the kitchen creak and whine. Some water is starting to seep through the hinges, trickling onto the tile floor. Wong is the most talented chef of the resident sorcerers; he's going to murder them all if his kitchen is ruined. So after a second, Stephen shores up the edges of the spell again, fortifying the boundaries, holds it steady once more.
It's a matter of willpower, more than anything, and he's always been bullishly good on willpower.
"Anyway, I've already been humiliated in a drinking competition, so I'm not eager for a repeat. I don't recommend going up against an Asgardian, in case you were wondering."