[ the other temenos says with the most cheerful smile: "We could talk about the other night, if you'd like. Sunday?"

...

actual temenos starts to lift his hand like he's going to cast a spell now before he remembers he can't and instead he starts looking like he might go over there and beat himself to death with his staff. ]

You've given up so badly on winning an argument that you're just making things up? That's hardly like me: in imitation, perhaps you should start to say your prayers.