Honestly, he.. can relate to that. But he wouldn't admit it, and he's not very nice to people he relates to.

At her question he pauses, glancing around as if someone else is going to come in and explain for him. When the impossible doesn't happen, he just slowly takes a drag from his cigarette before speaking.

"It's not magic. Far as I know." But hell, he's a sucker for getting to show off in front of people who think he's cool. He holds his hand open and a ball of flames forms in his palm, which he juggles lazily between his hands before closing his fist around it to put it out. "Just something I can do."