A dangerous question, as he seems to always be laying in wait for someone to ask him about the only subject he legitimately does really well in. He may as well be chirping when he answers maybe too quickly, "Oh, don't worry, I'm a prodigy." He takes his wand out and into his sleeve. He probably shouldn't ruin Laszlo's party just yet, but he's got to keep the illusion up. He pretends to pull it back, to reconsider. "Or should we collect bets first."