Darlington's gaze flicks to where the glass disappeared and back to the stranger's face, and it's his turn to look a touch surprised. He'd been ready to write this man off: beautiful, possibly wealthy, overly familiar. He's met the sort before. He's even met a number of magic users who fit that description, but none who could do that sort of magic so far from a nexus.

He's not particularly pleased his blushing was noticed, but he'll roll with it if necessary. "And what reasons might those be?" He knows, of course. It's blatantly obvious, but that's how this game is played, and it keeps him having to admit how mortifying that night had been once he'd come to himself again.