Gregory was, quite decidedly, in no position to argue—nor was the wizard certained he was inclined to. Indeed, all he was inclined to do was recline and possibly settle back into the nice coma that had been much preferable to the present sensation in his head, but that seemed unwise at this juncture (unfortunately). His eyes landed on the glass of water in her hands: was it for him, and had now been made hostage?

"Miss Adebayo, if I have caused offence, I do apologize—an apology I hope you will accept in light of my present indisposition," the wizard offered. "Offence was not at all intended, though I confess, I am not altogether certain what was intended. I am, to be frank, rather impressed I retain the knowledge of my own name, given the state of my head at present."