[ He really hates the fact that Ekkehardt can apparently regrow arms or something, this stupid place and its stupid magic, he'll probably never be very comfortable with it. Shrugging, he slides the tea back over in front of him, closing his book— a biology book, surprisingly, because he's not taking any courses in biology— and setting it aside before clasping his hands around the cup, leaning over it so the steam can warm his face and make it feel gross and damp. ]

I'm fine, it's fine~ It was something like... I was trying to tap into my latent laser eye powers, but nothing came of it! It didn't catch on fire! Really too bad~