[ Good man, he says, and it would be enough to make Erik laugh if it didn't remind him so starkly of another gentleman that he knows, instead, he shakes his head, watching Dorian with a carefully measured expression. He seems far too casual, hands still in his pockets and eyes roaming the other man, but he's memorising every moment of this conversation. ]

There are innumerable words for the powers people have here. Magic is only one of them.

[ That's another thing he's sure Dorian will keep in mind. Erik is still rather reserved on the idea of magic vs. mutantism, the idea of being born with magical talent rather than a mutated gene that offers you some kind of intense power no one else can quite compare to -- he distrusts magic as an idea, which makes the Drabworld all the more unsettling.

Still, he shakes his head, watching Dorian and letting his lips quirk, nodding his head once. Are you asking him on a date, Dorian? ]

You're welcome, and it would be my pleasure. [ He's used to sitting and drinking with Morgana. Different company won't change too much, he's sure. ] You can use your new trinket to contact me.