The tea...? His eyes flicker back and forth in the way they do when he's thinking through something. Ideas and hypotheses spinning past... Oh it's too late at night for this. He rubs his temple and she's off again, explaining a familiar feeling.

"Mm," he confirms with a nod. "It's intuitive magic. Exerting your will over the world around you without physical, verbal or spiritual aids... But I thought you didn't have magic. That you'd never had magic. That no one in your family's history had every had magic. How...?"