"Whoa, whoa, hey!" Backing further away, he shoots furtive glances at the patio doors, wondering if he should just cut and run.

Lifting his hands in a hopefully placating gesture he tries to clarify. "Look, I'm not- I'm not passing moral judgments here, man! I don't mean that it shouldn't exist, as in people should get rid of it, I'm just saying-" Deep breath, Wikus.

"Look, where I'm from, magic isn't real. It's just- just made-up stories, man! So it's really fokken weird to me that it does exist here.

"I don't- I definitely don't think you should be executed, okay?"

Please don't set him on fire.