"No, you're right; let's relocate." Which is shuffling away from the house and towards the street, really, because he's not going to devastate any city blocks with his little wards, or anything. And- "These days I'm mostly working with the medical side of things, so I might be a little rusty with the wards, if you'll excuse any clumsiness."

There isn't any clumsiness; Palamedes happens to be incredibly good at his necromancy no matter how often he's actually doing it, but it's the kind of thing one says in these circumstances, isn't it? He's always been lovingly chided against getting too cocky, after all. Once he's picked a spot far enough away from Jin Guangyao's gate he pivots on his heel, rolling up his many sleeves as he does. What happens next is fundamentally just Palamedes holding a hand up and clenching a fist in one short, sharp movement, with the slightest distortion in the space in front of him all that suggests there's anything there.

This space he gestures to with his other hand, inviting Jin Guangyao to touch... the air; it's a solid thing, more akin to a wall of repellent force than a traditional 'ward'.

"There," he says, and shakes a sleeve back down over his hand to wipe at one of his temples, where he is absolutely sweating blood. Visibly. "Honestly, I don't know why we call these ones wards— I've always suspected 'magic shield' was simply too juvenile."