Jonathan really did feel fit to burst with this great meal before him but like all his great meals they had to come to an abrupt end. They could play with the grass all they wanted but when clear displays of magic became painfully noticeable he had to start worrying about being spotted by agents of the Sidhe queen. He and his father had planned an attempt on her life after all he was in no way eager to face any sort of justice or even Judgement himself for his part in the crimes.
With a sigh and a few steps he was behind the boy, the spell he had used to keep the body from aging protecting him the damage of the boy's withering ability, though not from the discomfort. He simply turned off the pain receptors in the brain, of course they would be the thing to be fully functional after all that damage. He pressed a hand to the back of the boy's head forcing an image into his head of a calm, peaceful park, without the massive creature headed at them. He hoped that it would be enough to calm him while he dealt with the woman and that thing she built.
"You need to put that thing down," he called to her in his unruffled posh accent. "If you cannot I will be forced to." Was it giving her the chance to fix things or was he just being lazy since casting any sort of spell was tiring in a body that had no innate magical talent. It was hard to tell.