NRK! Slightly panicked his hands dropped swiftly away from the guard's boot he had been reaching for to the laces on his own shoes as if he had been fixing them the whole time and not setting a little trap. Such a brief 'what are you doing sending them looking at me' glare was shot at Molly but once his laces were 'fixed' he smiled and set about patting his robe as if looking for his coin purse.

"I seem to be a little short myself but hey," He brightened like he had just had the most brilliant of brilliant ideas, "Why not spot our new acolyte there enough for a hand and I will throw a blessing in?"

Joke's on you lot you would be getting a blessing from a demon!

"One feat of magical enchantment to the winner! Who's game?"

Nevermind that his magic didn't work... he would have to fake it if Molly lost!