He listens as she washes the dishes. And looks around a bit. Trying to take it all in. Waiting for her to speak. "Okay." he says. Not sure why his magic which he didn't know how MUCH he contained was going to get him hurt. He had a feeling her answer would make sense. And that old sage voice was telling him...she was trustable. That he could trust this one to help him. And to not use him for her own gain.<br/><br/>He listens as she talked. "How can I learn to control magic which I don't even know I have? How do you control magic that hasn't even awakened to be able to use yet?" he asks softly. "I want to learn how. But I just don't know how that would even be possible. And---" he falls silent. Hearing the sage voice say something. "The magic sage voice I've heard all my life...says stealing my magic...would only end in pain for the other person. And is destined to fail." he blinks.<br/><br/>His eyes had gone blank. As if he was in another world when he'd said that last bit. He shakes his head. "I hate it when that happens...when I see images that make no sense. See things that aren't possible." he mutters to himself. Blinking. "Brainwash me? People can actually do that???" he looks shocked. Because he was shocked.<br/><br/>He looks at her. "How do I control that?" he asks softly. Looking at her. And thinks hard. Watching her. "Yeah I see." he says softly. Looking at his own arm. And tries to lower that again. Instead he gets a headache and it waterfalls rapidly off of him instead of just ripples. He cries out in pain. Then forces the power to stop flowing. Cuts it off completely. Swaying a bit before it returns to the normal level. "Um...that didn't work too well...did it?" he sighs. "What if...that amount showing off is a low amount? Is that possible? And how do you make yours stay so close to your skin?"