"Oh yes," Molly grins, even if it's a bit of a lie. There's spells he can do, but obviously they're for combat or aren't showy enough, and those don't feel like magic because they come from within him- not like Caleb's spells. He wouldn't call what he does with his blood powers magic.

"But it's very, very dangerous. Good for defending against predators that are bigger than I am. Why, did you know that if you could do it, you wouldn't get tangled in anybody's hair? And if anybody threatened you, you could just poof them out of existence."

Shilling that carnie bullshit to an amnesiac bat version of his protege. This is his life now.