And good luck with that, since making a fool of himself was more or less Gabe's philsophy for life in general. Though given some of the previous ways he'd done that in this very section of the library, he could certainly appreciate the benefits of a little defensive spellwork - once he'd stopped quelling the flinch towards his own wand and calming his pulse from the sudden possibility of offensive spellwork, his reflexes having been forged somewhere a little more vicious than the Slytherin commonroom. Well, more systematically vicious, at least.
"Why Victoria," he drawled, setting his grin back to irritating and indolent, and turning his movement into sticking his hands in his back pockets. "What do you think I'm going to say?"