He wasn't expecting the touch, but his will was pretty damn solid even when surprised. So he simply fought off the divine energy with his usual paranoia about divine energy, before whirling and snarling at her. "Please avoid casting on me. I assume you wouldn't want me to walk around randomly casting spells on you or others, so I will<em>kindly</em>ask you to return the favor."<br/><br/>At this point, he whirled and began stalking back to the inn where he assumed they were meeting up with the slave driver and cat, only pausing to enter a store of instruments to try and replace his melodica. Not that he expected the mostly human city to have them, it was a gnomish instrument, but his had been stored in his room with his wands and other equipment.