"A trick is someting you create with flash powder and deception," Raistlin replies, one hand coming up; there is a flash at one hand, but no magic-- merely blackened palms. But in the other, three coins are held between his fingers, gleaming faces double-sided; coins of Janus, a twofaced god.

"I am not a showman or a deceiver."

By which he means to say At least, not one you'll catch.