A bruise is good. Those are pesky, aren't they? All those pesky blood vessels breaking underneath the skin.

[ For a man so smart, he is completely oblivious to any inner turmoil that Marianne might be beginning to spiral down. Well, maybe not. There is the telltale hint of something wistfully sad in her voice, but he's spurred on by the prospect of testing magic out and seeing it done in front of him that he doesn't pay too much mind to it.

There's a bit of a twist of his lips and a slight raise of his eyebrow. ]

Why it would be for the best? We should test them. Packages can wait but you have to know what to be prepared for in case you need to use them. [ Now. Apparently he means now. ]