"You have a point," he concedes, for once.

Potemkin is not really sure if there's a method to deliberately relax. He starts by closing his eyes, taking a few deep breaths, and deliberately untensing his muscles. So far nothing is getting dragged toward him, but nothing is falling down, either. After a minute, he slowly cracks an eye open.

"I don't think this is achieving results - "

Potemkin had forgotten about that bust, because it's shooting up to join Dust on the ceiling.