Dalton bowed his head and tried not to chuckle as she agreed with his sentiment. Magic did not flow in his blood, not as he suspected it did for Lin, so he could see why more casual magic use might come more second nature to her. For him... well, he was arrogant enough to want to use the fruits of his many hours of research.
As their glasses clinked, he smiled, and the ice bucket lowered itself onto the bar cabinet. The spectral hands, now no longer necessary, faded away, and that tug on his spectral shape eased. He lifted the gin and tonic for a sip before he lowered it and asked, tone curious. “Are you still interested in seeing some magic? Or, listening to me explain it?” He angled his body towards her, an unconscious act as his mind returned to the thought he'd been puzzling on before he'd dismissed it in favour of being a good host.
As their glasses clinked, he smiled, and the ice bucket lowered itself onto the bar cabinet. The spectral hands, now no longer necessary, faded away, and that tug on his spectral shape eased. He lifted the gin and tonic for a sip before he lowered it and asked, tone curious. “Are you still interested in seeing some magic? Or, listening to me explain it?” He angled his body towards her, an unconscious act as his mind returned to the thought he'd been puzzling on before he'd dismissed it in favour of being a good host.