[Ianchus' hand with the wine glass freezes, his expression growing fascinated, like a cat watching a moving string.]

Truly? [He asks cautiously, already reaching for the vortex slowly with his free hand. He laughs a little nervously, as if commenting on the silliness of the situation, but he looks excited.]

Well. I suppose that's a good thing. You won't need to figure out an entire story to where I'd have disappeared to. [His voice trails off as his fingers brush against the vortex.]