[The strangled noise she makes is something between a disparaging scoff and a squawk of either pure embarrassment or unmitigated indignation. It's difficult to say exactly which, and to what degree it may be attributed to his laughter versus her own horror. Eventually, she manages to produce—]

Well! [Which is thoroughly outraged and also a sure sign she means to move rapidly onward lest she be forced to face her own part in any of this.] The point is that I'm not really a magician either, so in fact in every sense it has no bearing whatsoever. On anything at all.

[So! There!]