I'm going to be so glad when you won't talk back anymore.

[ the Illusionist clears his throat ] Mr. West, if you please?

Of course. Let's see if you feel any differently when you wake up.

[ Once more he casts that quick, brutal spell to knock Dorian unconscious to allow his compatriot to do his work. When the mage wakes, he'll find himself in the house proper, in a spare bedroom. His broken wrist has been splinted, and it's safe to assume they got some painkillers into him at some point.

Whether or not the spellwork took is an entirely different matter, but Warren seems confident enough to risk it. ]