[His smirk remains. Now, perhaps, a touch of bravado is in order.]

You wound me, mistress! I have only given a hint of my magic and already you suggest I am unarmed and unprepared. I assure you, am I neither. I think, however, the most important factor in our meeting is that I am respectful. You are a great and wondrous thing; even in my world, you would be singularly spectacular. I give you your due. You are a wonder.

But give me mine: I am a man who looks upon you with respect, not fear.

[He draws his wand-- carefully, slowly, and conjures a seat for himself; a plush one, comfy, thank you.]

I am neither a fool nor and incompetent. But I am curious, and I am guessing your interest is piqued in turn.

[A careful motion and his cloak is settled across the chair and he in it.]