As a mage, and so as an expert in blowing things up, he can clearly survey that there is still plenty of masonry here that survived last year’s effort --

The scuffle of her spidering down towards him pulls his attention back around.

“Maker,” he tucks the cup back in closer to himself as one would lift a plate away from an untrained dog, reproach, mild alarm, not with you, why are you like this, and so on. “Absolutely not.”

But she’s already reaching and is he really going to plant a hand on her face to shove her off with his longer arms.

No.