"Leon," said partner replies, offering a hand and a slightly distracted smile - he's watching the binding process with the bemused and slightly wary interest of someone for whom magic is largely an alien concept, like he's halfway expecting someone to jump out at the end and reveal some kind of trick.

"It's been a while, but I'm not bad. I won't slow you down." His smile widens slightly, turning a little crooked. "Assuming we don't get, I don't know, turned into ducks halfway and have to figure out how to fly the rest of the course. In that case, no promises."

Look, he isn't entirely sure how magical footraces work, and getting turned into random waterfowl doesn't make any less sense than anything else he's encountered over the past several days.