Magnus grinned at the reaction to his age, patting his hair with a ring-clad hand like a primping primadonna. He had always loved the varied reactions to his age—shock, respect, suspicion, the whole gambit—but Sage's awe fell into the category he enjoyed the most. "Somewhere in the six-hundred, actually," he replied, stretching the truth somewhat but also, sometimes he lost count by pure accident. Lying about his age had become a habit when, as a young warlock, the only way to win trust and respect was by having a few fake centuries of experience under his belt. "I make all of my own products, actually. I suppose I have an affinity for brewing all sorts of things, not just potions."
Chuckling into his glass as he took a sip, Magnus' eyes stayed on Sage. He had the sometimes unnerving habit of staring at people when they were worthy of his attention, eyes hooded but alert much like the feline he resembled. "Oh, definitely a combination of collapsing and swooning. I was drained of energy, but how could I not be swept off my feet by the way he came to help me like that?" It had been doubly meaningful considering that Alec had barely stapped more of a toe out of the closet at the time.
His playful attitude sobered as Sage explained more about his magic, and he thought there was something haunted about his eyes as he spoke. Setting his drink down, Magnus turned the full range of his attention on the young witch in front of him. "Would you like a teacher?" he asked, instinctively drawn to a supernatural being in need of guidance. He'd been in that position before, and his desperation for help had pushed him into accepting the kind that had cost him his morality. "I don't know how much help I would be with the specifics, but I have years of practice with controlling raw magic." And even if the differences between them were too great, perhaps Magnus could help simply by providing Sage with some moral support.
"At least potion brewing is most likely the same," he said a bit more cheerfully, trying to give Sage an out that would allow them to focus on a less heavy subject. "You could always give yourself a title. I'm pretty confident that's what the first High Warlock did, and it just became fashionable for large cities to have one." With the mention of charms, Magnus nodded his head towards Sage's jewelry while taking up his drink again to drain the last inch of it. "I can feel them, what are they for?"
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Chuckling into his glass as he took a sip, Magnus' eyes stayed on Sage. He had the sometimes unnerving habit of staring at people when they were worthy of his attention, eyes hooded but alert much like the feline he resembled. "Oh, definitely a combination of collapsing and swooning. I was drained of energy, but how could I not be swept off my feet by the way he came to help me like that?" It had been doubly meaningful considering that Alec had barely stapped more of a toe out of the closet at the time.
His playful attitude sobered as Sage explained more about his magic, and he thought there was something haunted about his eyes as he spoke. Setting his drink down, Magnus turned the full range of his attention on the young witch in front of him. "Would you like a teacher?" he asked, instinctively drawn to a supernatural being in need of guidance. He'd been in that position before, and his desperation for help had pushed him into accepting the kind that had cost him his morality. "I don't know how much help I would be with the specifics, but I have years of practice with controlling raw magic." And even if the differences between them were too great, perhaps Magnus could help simply by providing Sage with some moral support.
"At least potion brewing is most likely the same," he said a bit more cheerfully, trying to give Sage an out that would allow them to focus on a less heavy subject. "You could always give yourself a title. I'm pretty confident that's what the first High Warlock did, and it just became fashionable for large cities to have one." With the mention of charms, Magnus nodded his head towards Sage's jewelry while taking up his drink again to drain the last inch of it. "I can feel them, what are they for?"