Okay, woah, too close. Ravirn takes an involuntary step back, his grin more like a worried baring of teeth than anything else. He can just hear Melchior suggesting he maybe shut up, try to calm the nice lady down, maybe apologize-

"How about I demonstrate?"

-instead he whistles a quick series of notes again, suggesting Lina's spell of levitation should, ah, adjust its height value. By a lot.