It's better than being dead, he'll admit, though not aloud. But no, he isn't truly happy to be here. The truth of it is, he isn't sure he knows what it means to be happy. "I confess, this isn't the first time I've been whisked away to some unknown world against my will. This one hasn't forced me to fight battle after battle, over and over, without end, without rest, at least, but I won't be content with the knowledge that now I'm forced to study a foreign magic to save my own life."

He sighs dramatically and plants hands on his hips, staring down at the candle with no real want to return the flame to it again. Even so small a victory as it is, he isn't pleased at his progress. "The mages of my world wouldn't want anything to do with me; the feeling is mutual. If any do appear here, you would do better with them than I would, but I don't need them." After a moment of silence, he turns his glance to her. "What is it that you want out of this world? Surely you're enjoying this more than I am."

Deflection. Always his friend.