Martin huffs and pouts at her, clearly feeling like he had to prove himself. So he glances around, rather empty place and nobody looking, and then with a dignified sniff retorts back in latin. Or, well, it sounds like a retort. But there's a slight swirl of blue magic after it, nothing all that flashy, and suddenly he's not there.
Told you so.
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