"Oh." Jeff looks down at himself, at the guitar and his dry, cozy outfit, and okay, he definitely looks more like a homebody than the looting intruder he is, so... "Yeeesss..."

Yeah, that wasn't convincing in the slightest. He sighs.

"No. I just felt weird, standing here, playing some dude's guitar, wearing what was probably his dad's clothes--" He gestures to his flannel pants and college tee. "--because that's weird, right? Like, it'd make more sense if I lived here! But I don't, I'm totally just here to steal this amp and take it back to my house-- which isn't even my house, it's just a house I share with a couple of US Marshals and my teenage apprentice!" Jeff groans, remembering that magic is always an iffy topic here, then adds: "Which is just... wizard shit, nevermind."