Autor blinks. "So these aren't intellectual tests on history and magical theory, then?" He stands, popping his nose in the air. "Tch! How annoying!"

Glancing at Lemia, he takes a few steps to the side to maintain a respectful distance. Then he fishes around for something in his pocket, and gingerly holds out what looks like a paper tube for inspection. "Would a grenade suffice for the magic-resistant floors, then? This is a simple one, obviously. No more than a firecracker. But I can make bigger ones."

He even has some in his sylladex right now.