The cigarette goes flying upward and his gaze follows it. The inevitable result is that somehow when trying to sit back up he instead pitches forward off the bench and tumbles face-first at Gregor's feet.

Ah, well, who needs grace. He clears his throat and sits himself upright on the floor, there, before scooting back onto the bench and claiming the cigarette.

"They might look the same, but they're not," he says, straightening his hat and then dusting off a sleeve. Then, with another snap of his fingers, the sounds abruptly come right back. "My powers are due to a change in my lineage factor that lets me dampen sound waves. I don't know all of the science behind the details, I'll admit that, but it's nothing mystical or unexplainable."