[well. None of that is particularly comforting to hear. Rincewind looks pointedly, sullenly away, shoulders hunching. He doesn't quite believe his doctor's theory (certainly doesn't want to), and casts out viciously for a retort.

If he can convince Chilton, after all, then perhaps he can convince himself.]

He's left you alone, hasn't he? Just you being immune to his magic is an insult in itself, never mind anything else that's gone on between you. [and he would still like a clearer picture of what that is.] Certainly it doesn't help that sense of omnipotence, hm?

But you're still all right. Still unmarked by him.