[With that decided upon, he sinks back further into the seat, runs a hand back through thick red hair, though the only effect it has is to send curls spilling back into his face a moment later.]

They're a tricky sort, magicians. And most of them are charlatans of course, the majority probably only know a bit more than I do about the whole thing. The really gifted ones, though...

[And his mind slides dangerously towards Asra for just a moment, to the things they'd both wittingly and unwittingly done to each other, how whatever there was between them turned, in the end, to poison in the blood...but then he shakes his head. Grins big.]

I think I'd rather stick with leeches.

[And he downs the rest of his drink.]