[A small smile comes right before the spell. It looks a little too genuine, even for him. But once the spell does hit, he seems to be hitting the floor face first once more, a puddle of drool forming around him.

After a few minutes, though, his seems to be getting up once more, looking around him with a little curiosity, before his attention turns back to Mary, his usual deadpan face coming back.]

Oi oi, did you use another spell on me? I told you, being Satan's plaything isn't healthy. I don't know if you'd enjoy it either, so don't make me say "Abracadabra" on you. In fact, let's do that instead.

[He unsheathes his sword and points it at her, saying:] Hocus Pocus, Abracadabra, Alakazam...those are the magic words, right?