I underestimate no one. The will of man is ever a fickle and precarious force.

[He gives him a sidelong look for a moment. A challenge that he couldn't harm him if he tried. But after the brief glance he looks back up at the magic before him.]

Not so dissimilar then. The number of elements, that is. Would you consider yourself a mage of considerable talent?

[He offers it back to him.]