Talking to this servant after midnight about entering a private mansion was not high on the white haired man's to do list. He rather check off breaking and entering, in the hopes of at least raising the crime rate in Zeltiva. Voss searched along it's fifteen foot high iron walls for a gate the doorman would use to take home in the morning rather then guard. Finding none open he would pause in a quiet location, cough, not blush and then raise his hands out in front of himself with a wink.
"Immovable Object, meet your Irresistible Force."
Releasing the powerful djed that had been burrowing it's way into his skull, Clarion carefully projected the res knuckle downward, erupting out from his fingertips into a well directed gale of wind. Focusing his stray thoughts into a woven tapestry of intent, the mage sought to lift his entire body up into the sky upon the force of it's element and hover over the doubting wall. The surrounding air would be used to blanket his body, preserving the height and uphold his moving position.