He put his water down.
He had found this 'bar' (which seems to be the new slang for 'tavern' nowadays) not too far away from where he started runn-. 'Strategically retreating' -he corrected himself.
The late morning lights shone through the tavern's windows and made the place look actually kind of cozy. A shame they didn't offer Inn services, and apparently that wasn't a thing these new 'bars' did anymore. Times have changed. At least, judging by the name, this seemed to be a place where magic practitioners congregated.
He looked at the keeper -or 'barista' as, and it made sense, the position's name seemed to also have changed- finished cleaning behind the counter. "You sure you don't want anything else? Maybe even a Soda..."
"I am sure that those -sodas- of yours are exquisite. But right now I just need water to pick myself up after this one rather... Eventful morning." No sense in being impolite to the keep, especially since this man had been so patient explaining to him all of the new vocabulary he had missed on, like 'drinks' and 'bathroom'. What a curious future, one that you can take a bath at a 'bar', but not sleep there for the night. He did feel curiosity, though, to see what else had changed since his imprisonment.
The barkeep looked at the curious little man that ran into his establishment looking like he'd run a marathon wearing a renaissance fair cosplay, asked him what a 'drink' was, if not the verb, and kept looking at him like a schoolboy in his first math class while he explained the basics of urban nightlife to him.
'I still need to find out what exactly happened to my powers' Colin thought to himself. 'Maybe a little test, just to see just how much of what I had was taken away' he thought, looking at the 'barista' and trying a simple spell. He watched as the man perked up, eyes unfocused and suddenly out of breath, as his dick hardened and his nipples perked up under his tight T-shirt. 'It worked!'
The barista tried quickly to hide his hard on, all of a sudden he was so horny he could barely contain himself, every movement was enticing, every brush of his nipples against the fabric of his shirt sent a jolt through his cock, and every movement made his cock rub into his legs in such a way... Even the man sitting in the bar in front of him seemed sexier all of a sudden.
'Right then, now let's try something a little more complex' Thought the magician, as he focused a little more onto the barman.