He was fairly nonchalant, having grown used to magic and it's ways a long time ago, that he barely considered the quiet, simple spectacle of flipping the channel with a flick of his wrist. He returned to his food, finishing the sausage and moving to the rest of the pancakes, the thoughts of friends and family far from his mind.

As she spoke, he met her gaze, shaking his head in turn. "No, I don't think so. Then they'd just shoot us and be done with it," he replied, lowering his voice in turn. "At this point we're just national security interests. We haven't shown we're homicidal maniacs or anything like that, but we're still too dangerous to be let on the loose unsupervised."

He leaned back and grinned. "I bet this is the first time you've ever seen the government care this much about you, besides your tax returns and such, eh?"