He noticed her glowing hand.  "The horse will return to me.  He always does.  As for what type of magic?  Watch and behold!" He reached into a pouch at his belt and drew out a small rubber ball, red in color.   "Now if you will hold your hand up just so," he grabbed her wrist lightly and raised it above her head, palm facing him.  "Are you ready?" he waited until she nodded.  Then spun facing away from her and threw the ball high and hard, away from them both.  He spun back to her.  "three, two, and...one" the ball thudded into her hand.  "Minor magic.  More for winning a few coins in a tavern or getting money in a performing troupe as I did in my younger years."  What he didn't tell her was that the true magic lay in his accuracy.  The ball had actually bounced off several trees before coming back to her.  Not a hard throw but certainly entertaining for those who didn't know.  "As for handsome?" grinning he said, "I don't know if that is accurate." He pointed to the scar running down his face, deep and jagged.  "Most seem to run screaming when they see me."