Kit contemplates remarking to the Dragon that a word of warning, in detail, about those dire side-effects might not have gone amiss, but the prick is already spouting his magical mumbo-jumbo again, the sound of it sending unpleasant shivers running rampant up and down his back. His sour frown has darkened into a black, baleful glare by this point, however, and he waits in stony silence until the incantation has finished and the Dragon directs yet another patronizing, dismissive directive at him.

No hearing aid is worth this shit.

"No."