He's sorely tempted to make the Wizard doll crumble to dust in Terrence's grasp but he thinks better of it. Watching it between Terrence's fingers is enough for him for now. He waves off the poor waiter before the situation can get any more confused.

"If I were not locked in by the rules she laid out, I would have." He counters, narrowing his eyes again.

"I cannot win a marathon with my limbs shackled."