He's... drained. What did she do...? Nevermind. Hei tightens his jaw against the feeling and detaches himself from the wall, but he can't seem to recall his earlier anger.

Still, he draws himself up, shoulders tight. Looking like a challenge is half the fight. It takes a moment to recall who Joffrey is.

"The--" What is the word. "--wizard?"

In his head. Which means-- he's found him? Them? Is the woman his accomplice or Joffrey's? He recalls the swiftness and lethality of the purple flames, and realizes he's not doubting her statement at all.

But it is enough to give him some of his ire back, and with it, some of his sharpness.

He surveys her for a moment, and then asks the only question that seems pertinent.

"Am I going to?" Ask him, that is.