[Satisfied, Billy sets down his tea, taking a long, sweeping glance around the room, then stands up, lifting his hands, magic already swirling around him.]

It's probably fine, but on the off-chance that I pass out, just put me on the porch and clear off for the night. I don't want to be the one to cause you more trouble.

[Last thing he needs is a shapeshifter to Hulk out on the place, too. It's one of the reasons he's planning to be very careful with this, especially when he's already lacking sleep.

Still, fixing things is a pretty standard spell for him- second nature to him almost as much as the lightning he'd first discovered it with. A far cry from the spluttering spellcasting he'd done during the past week, blue fire flares around him with barely an effort, his eyes glowing, harmless flames gradually spreading outwards until it sweeps throughout the room, mending whatever it touches, which turns out to be the furniture and a segment of the front wall. When he finally releases it and lets it fade out of sight, he looks exhilarated and rather pleased with himself, and not, it seems, about to pass out after all. An unintentional show of power, that.]