He nods. "If they have magic, it's just like everyone else's. Rare and hardly worth noting." Compared to here, at least, the scope of human magic is pathetic. "But they've no shortage of wits about them, from those that I've met."

Not that he's talked to a whole lot of them. They prefer to keep to themselves more often than not these days.

He thinks in silence for a moment, his grip on her loosening a little. Were he given the chance, he'd probably be happy to keep her there forever. Eventually he speaks up again, "You can go if you want. I've showed you what I look like, after all."