That move isn't something that Near could have predicted, but fortunately, he isn't standing too close. Because why would he? Even so, he darts back a few steps to evade being hit, the incantation for Dispel Magic ready to go in his mind if this isn't enough.

But it is. The other's show of frustration and carelessness doesn't reach him. And he files the ability away in his mind for the future.

"I'm sure it is." Unlike when they'd spoken before, there is no anger in his tone. There isn't even a patronizing, mocking edge. Not yet, anyway. For now, his voice is cold and flat, betraying no emotion if indeed he's currently feeling any at all.