Tyki was a conman by trade within the carnival just as much as a magician. Body language told him more than words could and already he's noticing the way his frown graces his face or that pent up need to say or do something.

"Such cheek," he replies instantly, his hands reaching down to lightly brush against his shoes. His hand presses hard and his palm smears the water in a glide as his Power to Choose activates. As if the material has separated from the water itself, it drips off his hand and his shoes are left good as new.

He rises from his chair, now prowling forward towards the other in a loose stride, "No, it wouldn't be your fault at all. Nor would it really be mine if you slipped had I gotten offended at you ruining something you couldn't even afford to replace." Tyki's very good at making murder seem like an accident, "Thankfully, I have enough patience for new pups."