I don't know shite about how this sort of magic works, the only other time I've tried anything like it was—

[—back when we all thought we were gods, but that doesn't come out of his mouth because all of a sudden, Astarion's on the table and Jacob's reflexes are the only thing saving two of the items from hitting the ground. The rest clatter onto the floor.]

Well done, you've figured it out! [He means it, sardonic as it sounds.] I take it this doesn't usually happen to you, then?