It was fine. He didn't need praise. In fact he barely regeistered the other's presence as he focused again, said the words again, made the chair float, the table, the broken bits of the one that had hit the ceiling. He tried to raise them slowly by degrees into the air, his hand shaking with effort, sweating slightly.

And then he wondered just how far he could push. He glanced at the man.

"Are you okay for me to try?"