"Magic?" Okay, now he's giving Balthier that kind of look like he might give someone trying to tell him that pulling hankies out of his sleeve at opportune times is magic as well. A brow raises, but Duo takes a moment to take a long drag off of his cigarette while he thinks this over.

Look, nothing about this place was logical, so sitting here and wondering if he was really using magic seems... stupid, really. Inadviseable perhaps.

"So you can just light cigarettes at will? Shit, I'm missing out."