[He never ceased observing, but eventually he realized it would not be physical signs he could see, but likely more he could feel. She still did carry the charge of magic about her, which was what he was intent on watching. He could try and disperse it if need be, but he would prefer if it happened naturally.]

Your synthetic magic, I recall.

[Perhaps such was partly why he was more tolerable of her than others of her kind, she did not have magic, but she had instead innovated a substitute. It was indeed like a prosthetic, it made the uneasiness of sensing no magic about her easier to take. She had it, just of her own way, even if it was not connected to her as it was to him.]

I mentioned that was merely my guess. I am no scholar. But I am glad you understand it. Tis not something easy to explain. [He noted the brush against his hand, at first he thought it to be merely a reassurance that she was well, or that she understood what he had been trying to explain. But then there was that charming bright smile, and the sudden interest in him specifically. He tilted his head inquisitively at her, and his expression was curious, but there was no hiding some amusement either.] Are you propositioning me Lady Ziegler?

[Not that he would be against it if she was, however such was something he would want to make certain was not some bizarre byproduct of the magic.]