Relaxing-- well, no, that isn't the right word-- conforming back into his seat once the car begins to move again, Lucius isn't quite ready to put his wand down or away. The dinosaur-monster thing lets out a piercing wail-- two of them, actually, at a shrieking pitch in tandem-- as Cindy's wheels eats up something breakable beneath it, the engine growling beneath dented hood.

Rather than be a vocal voice of decision making in response to Blink's question, Lucius simply reminds himself to enchant the blasted vehicles next time. Not so that it can fly, but the ability to withstand great two-headed lizards would be ideal.