"A little bit? At least, I used to, haven't got back to doing it here yet."

"Okay, do you remember how much you used to lift in what exercises?"

"Uhhh I think so?" he says, then proceeds to give some figures.

They're not ridiculous or anything, but they're on the high end of what he should in theory be able to lift, if Sadde knows this sort of thing.

Sadde does in fact know this sort of thing. "Okay, that's perfectly explainable by you being on the high end of the bell curve but honestly it's too much of a coincidence."

"Well, it's nice to know that I have, like, upper-human-level physical… things." He shrugs. "It'd be nice to have more than that – I don't know what demons typically get – but oh well."

"There's no 'typical,' calling them all 'demons' is like calling everything on Earth 'earthlings,' it's descriptively true but doesn't tell you anything about them."

He shrugs and then frowns a bit.

"The weird fluidity and grace thing... Well you're pretty good at sports, it probably has something to do with reflexes."

"Yeah," he says. "Um, hey, Willow," he squints a bit. "For that spell thing – did you say something in Latin?"

"Yeah, most spells are Latin, why?"

"Y– aaare you sure it worked properly?" He frowns. "I was pretty sure it worked."

"...I don't know, you're the one who said it worked."

"Yeah, I know, but I mean, it did until it didn't and I'm pretty sure it did and now it isn't so–" he stops babbling and just decides to say, "I thought it did and now I'm very confused."

"...are you saying you remembered something?"

"Yep," he says, then repeats a bit of the Latin that Willow said. "But I could've sworn it worked."

"...okay, no, this needs to be tested, can we take thirty seconds?"

"… Okay. So long as it's definitely not gonna accidentally take like thirty minutes or something."

He's less worried about it now – he's already had some of his memories tampered with, so he's past that barrier, and thirty seconds doesn't seem much worse than 'like two'.

Willow grabs the herbs again—

—and now they're burnt, and both girls are looking at Theo expectantly again.

"Okay, so, I, right now, currently literally only remember you grabbing the herbs, Willow. So I think it worked. At least right now."

"Okaay... So now we wait?"

"I suppose…?" he says. "It took a couple of minutes last time, something like that?"

"Okay, so, other tests, other tests..." She starts rummaging through her stuff.

He sits there patiently.

And now there's a projectile (it's a pencil) flying in the direction of his face!

He dodges it. Really quite easily. And then grabs the pencil, because it'd be bad if the lead snapped or something.

He looks at her questioningly. "Test of reflexes?"