He frowned when she did the spell and all it did was direct ownership to him despite the fact that he didn't own the damn thing. It was annoying to say the very least. "It's just weird," he muttered, moving to sit down on the sofa and shrugging a little at the annoyance if it all.
When she mentioned throwing it out, he shook his head and reached for the box, holding onto it like it was some sort of treasure only to be confused as to why he'd reacted that way. He should let her throw it out, he knew, but there was something telling him that he couldn't bear to part with the thing. "No," he said finally, setting the box aside. "I want to know what it means before I chuck it in the bin."