There's a pout at that, even if Donnie half expects that answer. He pulls his hand back but otherwise remains close enough to see while Rezo moves his fingers and then pulls them away. It seems like such a simple thing, but it's still neat to watch, a quiet 'ooh' escaping the turtlekin as he does so.

"So even magic takes some fine tuning?" he muses, stepping back to give the man his space again.