[Good. Rose would love nothing more than to be compared to a wizened old wizard. It would make her day honestly.]

She's ignoring him for a moment, letting him just stand there awkwardly holding her random stuff while she flips through her pages of literal purple prose. His offer draws her eyes up from her notes, but the look she gives him over the top of them is pointedly wry.]

I'd ask if you happen to know anything about working enchantments into physical objects, but as I recall, you seem to think you know everything.