"Now I'm sure that is a spell someone's done." And it's probably illegal, magicking things to plant suggestions in people's heads that they ought to buy them regardless of their funds. There are a number of extremely paranoid directions his mind can take him when it comes to magic, basically, and he seems aware of this and like maybe he should.

Stop bringing them up. Paranoia is a symptom, his brain is telling him, which is a thought he shoves somewhere and ignores.

Wolfgang follows obediently and slightly sheepishly, but giant brightly-coloured stork person that he is, disappearing is a bit of a struggle. At least Aspic's crowded and colourful enough that he is hardly the most unusual-looking person around; that honour would go to the nine foot tall xenian chap with the single red eye. "I'm not very good at distracting, on... that note..." Yes the note from several minutes ago, good job. He feels too awkward to live, or at least like he should be buried somewhere where he's incapable of opening his mouth.