[Oh... so she wasn't joking about the magic then. She was serious about it. He gives her a curious look, as if puzzling over what sort of world she would need to have come from to suggest sorcery of all things to him.]

I definitely don't think it's the same sort of thing. It's more like... using supernatural power inside you as an attack. Or... something like that. It comes easier to psychics and demons and people who've been dead and stuff.

[Although the more he's talking about it-- the more it DOES sound like magic? Jeez. He didn't even know at this point. His musings about spirit energy and magic are broken by her observation of the aftermath, however, and he raises his eyebrows in surprise.]

Honestly? That wasn't even all that much of a big one. I could've cleared a path to that ballroom and then some if I really tried.

... not that I'm bragging, though.