Oh, Jupiter, so cool and gallant and brave!! At this point in the night, Armani has killed his fair share of creatures and been hit quite a few times but he appreciates the gesture, nonetheless.

He ooohs again, this time for Jupiter, and leans to the side to point his wand at one of the cultists, aiming for their mask. "Reducto!" he calls, hoping to blast its mask to pieces. Maybe it'll do the pretty flower thing again!!