[Not making an aggressive move at least lets him keep calm enough to not flinch at that question. But he lowers his gaze, something sad but resigned in his expression. He nods to himself a little, hands going back to curl around his tea cup, savoring it's warmth for a moment.]

A well placed ballista bolt.

[A half hearted shrug of one, now heavily scarred, shoulder. Then he sighs softly, lips curving in a wry sort of smile.]

I've no magic of my own here, Felix, there's no need for you to linger at such a distance. Please. Come sit down.

[No sense in having this conversation over such a distance and Lorenz is nothing if not polite to a fault.]