Quoft was mildly surprised that Vulture was an animagus. It made the man seem a little more competent, even if it didn't make him easier to share a certain amount of space with. He felt he could deal with Vulture until his cleaning was finished, however. It wouldn't take much longer.
"Mm," Quoft answered, gaze not even flickering from the spot where he was supervising the rags. He'd put up with none of that. The cheeky attitude was going to grate against his nerves sooner rather than later.
"That's difficult magic," Quoft allowed with a drawl that almost hinted at disbelief as he moved back to a tolerable track of conversation. "Were you schooled in the Americas?"