"Ah, as a shark must keep swimming or else risk perishing, I fear that if the gears ever stopped turning-" He taps his own temple, "-that it would be the end of me in short order." He finishes the last few notations on a complicated magical diagram before turning his chair to face her with a warm smile. "Did you enjoy the contents of the package I left for you, then?" He smelled the liquor, but mistakes the sweet scent for the bottle he got to make up for whatever it was that he did to chase her away.