He shakes his head, "The magic doesn't like it when you try," he grins, a little savage and victorious, then says, "especially if you’re friends with it. I— I asked it, some time ago, to keep me on. I figured I’d eventually get caught or die or whatever, and now —" he chuckles, "— right about now father will be desperately trying to burn me off," he laughs shortly, shaking his head with mirth. 