Any chance? Yes. A vanishingly small one. [Professor Trammel squeezes two fingers together just short of touching, his left eye closing in a wink and the same corner of his mouth curling up in a smile. Encouragement, for the two to join in on the joke.] But escorting our wayward comrade to one who can is, perhaps, just as good?

[Lifting the cane he carries more for flair than for support, Professor Trammel sketches out an incantation which he matches in Osmarius, letting neither Focus slip in precision. Where the golem lay now sits a sphere of rubber.]

That ought to hold him. Now... [His keen eyes turn back to the two ladies.] Might I hear the story?