"Dunno, I mean, the potions making does mean that I have a steady hand, and I am great at getting crisp edges while painting." There is a curl of a smile on his lips, something more at ease in his tone. Something about Magnus makes Sage feel at home, makes him feel like he can be as snarky as he wants and as ridiculous as he wants and the other will be okay with it. Maybe it is a bit of an assumption on his part, having only just met the other, but-- Sage's gut didn't usually lead him astray.
Later, when Sage is less absorbed in the ambience and the barely there brush of power against his own, the witch will take more time to consider Magnus and his choices of dress. Will probably ask about the jewellery, wonder if the chains of gold are spelled and charmed like his own, but for now, he is honestly just enjoying himself. His rings clink against the tumbler and he smiles, raising it to Magnus before taking a sip.
He doesn't mean the look on his face to be insulting, honestly, but--
"Holyshit, I didn't expect this to be this amazing." Sage blinks a few times at the tumbler before taking another sip, light flush on his features. "Uh, I mean, I wasn't really expecting it to mix so well. Not that I didn't think you would make amazing drinks but--" Ah, so good with people, Sage, so good with people. This is why he drinks and doesn't expand his social circle, right here.
However, the fond look on Magnus's face draws him out of the embarrassment, makes something a little fond and a little bitter flicker on his own face. "That is fucking trusting on his part. But-- you two really work well together. I mean, from what I have seen. You're both lucky, to find that."
A beat where Sage looks into the glass, furrow between his brows before he downs a good portion of it without batting an eye. He is trying his best not to think about a certain barista, but, well, he isn't really succeeding. Damnit.
"I draw from the swamp. Well, no, I think the swamp was like a filter. That's why-- that's what the whole blood magic was, not for me but for it. Life and death. I guess I draw energy from those." He crinkles his nose before looking up at Magnus. "As for potions, all of them? I haven't come across a potion I couldn't brew, and here I am learning to experiment a little, but-- I guess the only ones I am not great at are ones for hangovers."
A fact that makes him laugh. "Karma is a bitch like that, I guess. But yeah, kind of a witch of all trades, also do a lot of charm work." He holds up his hand, the few silver rings on his fingers glinting. "Mostly awareness charms, and some strength charms in the piercings I have." Which he is not about to show off in a bar. "You a potion brewer or that more of a hobby?"
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Later, when Sage is less absorbed in the ambience and the barely there brush of power against his own, the witch will take more time to consider Magnus and his choices of dress. Will probably ask about the jewellery, wonder if the chains of gold are spelled and charmed like his own, but for now, he is honestly just enjoying himself. His rings clink against the tumbler and he smiles, raising it to Magnus before taking a sip.
He doesn't mean the look on his face to be insulting, honestly, but--
"Holyshit, I didn't expect this to be this amazing." Sage blinks a few times at the tumbler before taking another sip, light flush on his features. "Uh, I mean, I wasn't really expecting it to mix so well. Not that I didn't think you would make amazing drinks but--" Ah, so good with people, Sage, so good with people. This is why he drinks and doesn't expand his social circle, right here.
However, the fond look on Magnus's face draws him out of the embarrassment, makes something a little fond and a little bitter flicker on his own face. "That is fucking trusting on his part. But-- you two really work well together. I mean, from what I have seen. You're both lucky, to find that."
A beat where Sage looks into the glass, furrow between his brows before he downs a good portion of it without batting an eye. He is trying his best not to think about a certain barista, but, well, he isn't really succeeding. Damnit.
"I draw from the swamp. Well, no, I think the swamp was like a filter. That's why-- that's what the whole blood magic was, not for me but for it. Life and death. I guess I draw energy from those." He crinkles his nose before looking up at Magnus. "As for potions, all of them? I haven't come across a potion I couldn't brew, and here I am learning to experiment a little, but-- I guess the only ones I am not great at are ones for hangovers."
A fact that makes him laugh. "Karma is a bitch like that, I guess. But yeah, kind of a witch of all trades, also do a lot of charm work." He holds up his hand, the few silver rings on his fingers glinting. "Mostly awareness charms, and some strength charms in the piercings I have." Which he is not about to show off in a bar. "You a potion brewer or that more of a hobby?"