Shit. He took the bait, but not even remotely how he wanted him to. Cassian's magic came packaged in pre crafted spells. One use amulets and wards. He wasn't exactly the fire ball throwing mage of lore, here.

That scroll had to go.

Now the gun was turned about. Both barrels at him, the useless homing spell silenced as the magic he had been casting began to fade from the air.

"Shut yer trap, lad."