"This is tickling," Magnus explains helpfully, straightening back up when it's clear Galahad is freezing instead of laughing or attacking him back. "Are you ticklish anywhere? I'm trying to torture the stew out of your pockets." He is, on some level, aware that he's ratcheted up his ridiculousness quotient about 300% today alone, but in his defense, it's such a relief to have regular old winter back... a wild sentiment he's rarely had before.