"Under certain circumstances," Ienzo says tersely, very carefully not mentioning that he very intentionally moved in with Bertie. He also starts to say something about how Animals are just as intelligent as their hominid cousins and their resemblance to their animal counterparts does not mean their capacity for thought is any less than ours, but he's not certain that's his argument to have. Then again, there aren't really any Animals in the Meadous anymore, what with Nyanpire gone, and even if he were still around Ienzo's pretty sure making him be the spokesman for Animal rights would just be cruel, especially in the face of this sort of opposition.

He sighs heavily, and addresses what parts he knows he's qualified to manage.

"It's funny that you should mention stage magicians," he says, and rolls up his sleeves with the sort of put-upon weariness of someone who's done this many times before. Once he's certain that Agatha has seen his wrists, clear of any odd devices or even so much of a wristwatch and that any fire hazards are clear of his hands, he raises them to his eye level and lets a thunderbolt arc from the tip of one index finger to another. "Magic is real. I can demonstrate further or I can introduce you to the Bees now, but only if you promise to be polite."