Still unconcerned he dusted some lint from his chest and adjusted the utility belt around his waist. "I prefer the window actually, much more scenic," he said levelly. Two rats dropped from a pouch he'd unlatched on his belt and hit the ground with a thud, scurrying quickly toward the other man’s legs. Simultaneously he mumbled a spell under his breath while touching the wand also concealed in his belt and he was soon standing back on solid ground, albeit slightly dizzy, watching to see what would happen. Offhandedly he said, "It's funny that people seem to assume I don't know magic because I choose to do this job. And that certain people try to take advantage of those they see as unintelligent or vulnerable.”