He's watching the way the plants move and reach as he goes with a degree of vested interest. Taako's never been this guy, but his cleric was. He misses the effect of seeing plantlife curled around him, the way he'd laugh and talk to them in... sometimes ways he'd like to forget. Carlisle is definitely the more composed of the two, but that just makes him want to dig in deeper, see where the man will push back the more he presses. Just waiting for a reaction. A sign.

So he sighs when Carlisle is so subdued, crossing his arms with a roll of his eyes. "I'm not just a magician, dude, I don't do fakey-fake stuff. I'm a wizard. Which you seem to take sooooo much offense to." He lets his words dig in again, gesturing with his hand as he speaks. "But I'm not a nature dude. I do transmutation. So I mean, if you want the plants to be not plants, I can totally make that biz happen, natch. But I don't do all this. Better left to you in your nerd dome."