It might be a horrible combination between a cruel twist of fate and me overeating on creamy milky chocolates. I will be allright. When haven't I been allright, right?

[He moves to fiddle with the hem of his shirt and his gloves and everything he is able to fiddle with.]

A shed? Is that your secret hide out where you conduct illicit magicks? Do you know forbidden magicks? Of course I wouldn't even think about tampering with such a thing.