Watching her dismantle the spellwork was always an interesting process--it was good, he certainly would give her that, but it was so different from how he did things that it sometimes made him a bit twitchy. Looking at the door directly was like looking into a kaleidoscope, with so many colors and so much magic layered in and around and between itself that it was practically an iridescent shimmer. But the slapdash way she did it, the way she could ignore the Greater and Lesser Circumstances for her immobilization charms and how her fire wards didn't have to take into account the moon's position at both beginning and end of the spell... her blood bought her shortcuts, and he envied her the freedom and spontaneity it allowed her.<br/><br/>Everything magical about him, he always reminded himself as he watched her work, was something he'd learned. The only thing remarkable about him was that he had been willing to sacrifice everything to learn it.<br/><br/>Fortunately for him, he didn't have long to moon about on the subject--she snapped up his hat and tossed it into the fray for her experiment instead, and he couldn't do much more than blink in surprise before it was ashes and she'd worked her way through the rest of the enchantment. For a moment his lank hair was a wild mess, strands going every which way, but he quickly ran his fingers through it to tame it down a bit.<br/><br/>"You could have just asked what the order was." He said dryly, but he couldn't quite keep the smile tugging at the corners of his normally inexpressive face out of his voice. It was the kind of silly thing he never would have thought of that ended up actually working, and her ability to improvise was one of the things he quietly (<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>quietly) admired about her.