Well. He gets the refusal at least. That's all he needs to get honestly, his eyes bright and equally annoyed as he grabs their wrist where they're pressing him backwards. He feels the booth begin to screech across the ground, and he slams his feet into the tile, trying to dig in so he stops moving.

It doesn't do him a whole lot of good, and right before he topples back through the portal, he uh puts a shield up over the mouth of it. He's only got the one magic, but he's going to use it to the best of his ability.

"I don't know what you're saying! But you can't just do whatever you want because you've got all this power. You're destroying the work of the people who built this place, who fed you," he nearly shouts at them, trying to get some kind of sense into their head before they inevitably force him out of this place.