"Depends on who you ask," Kent muttered as Aktamun huffed.
His attention went to Aktamun's hand when it stretched out and he blinked when a light came from it. "What-- What was that? You didn't even say any words. You just reach out and do magic like that? Without any toll? That's--" He snapped his mouth shut before it was tempted to blurt out how advanced that kind of magic was.
Kent glared at Aktamun as the printer started reeling out his copies. "You did something to it and now you just took your curse away and you want me to believe you fixed something? Hn. I wasn't born yesterday." He snatched up his hot copies and turned away, heading back to his desk.