[It's not exactly like cooperating magic from back home, there's a frizzle of magic brushing up against his own but there's not the same kind of rush of arousal sliding in next to it. Not as much anyway, which is probably a good thing since this is Ambrose and they're not in a safe place.

Maybe he should have mentioned the whole dick-thing before they tried to do this.]

Uh huh. Maybe we could-- if we get attacked? Maybe we can hit back. With this? [he wriggles his fingers, the magic flaring before dying down and when Quentin shakes his hands out, the rest of it dispatches.]

Probably not with fire, though? But. Ice? Water? Maybe we can drown them?