"Test subjects? Ahh, you do know the way to my heart. Constructs of magic, I assume? Excellent. Yes, this shall suit perfectly." The room flows and alters, almost constantly shifting, as Draiss watches, moving the tables in front of him, and causing objects to cross the room to him, allowing him to work without having to move more than a step or two, already a master of the normally difficult concept... likely because this is how he'd like things to work, normally, so actually getting a chance to express it is precisely what he desires. He continues working on the potions, without interruption, barely snatching a potion off a burner before the glass shatters, burning his hand in the process, though he hardly notices, and for good reason; the injury is gone a few moments after he sets it down.