Almost choking on the water he'd been sipping at that moment, Orsino leaned forward to place it back on the table, covering it up by clearing his throat. He sat back, wand in hand again, and gave it a brief twirl between his fingers, letting it travel between all four and then back up until it rested in his palm.
"Maybe I'll take some hair dressing classes first, then you all have no reason to worry, and I don't become a snack for baby dragons," Orsino said airily. He doubted he'd making a very satisfying snack anyway. He pursed his lips and spun the wand again. "Right. Well, I've been doing it for almost twelve years so I'd better be good by now."