"Thank god you're not magically gifted, because you're really bad at this-and I think one, if not both of us would be dead by now if you ever cast a spell- my god." Opening his eyes wide for a moment he shook his head, thankful that she was misspeaking or something, probably didn't have the magical 'juice' which, he had to admit, was good for everyone, actually. Lorelei with magic, sounded like a really bad fucking idea. Though that left him wondering...just who put this in her head to begin with, who gave her these spells, and who the hell told her to cast them...this all seemed very unethical in her hands. After about another half hour, he was tired of it and got up as she seemed to become frustrated in her failures, as well.
Turning as he got up he headed for the door, hearing her frustrated shouting. Before being struck by something in the back, then, suddenly feeling completely weird and like he was having some kind of outer body experience. Dropping into the door frame he swung around, peaking around it at her "Did you-" Though before he could say anything more he felt violently ill and collapsed to the side, from the doorway and onto the hallway floor.