Over at his end of the table, Jay Embers barked out another laugh while his brothers merely looked amused.
"Shacklebolt?" Alex asked, incredulous now that his amusement was fading. "You can't be serious. He has more wizards guarding him than even Merlin knows. And I've heard he's a fair hand at spells himself."
"Dueling?" Kristóf wondered suddenly. "Is that to vhich you prefer? No. Ve vould not need to be so... brazen."
The Bulgarian gestured delicately, miming tipping a vial into the drink his house elf had provided him with a moment earlier. "Vot is a good duelist vhen his afternoon tea may undo him?"