[Oh, how he scoffs. A warlock? Now, that's funny.]
I never said that. I said I know a bit of magic.
[You definitely cannot call him a sorcerer or a warlock. Or anything else that would imply that Weir can use magic in the proper, powerful way; his life would have been very different were that the case.
His eyes drift down to her finger again, bleeding red.]
Perhaps. ...Problem with your finger?
[It's just a cut, and yet she keeps checking on it.]
no subject
I never said that. I said I know a bit of magic.
[You definitely cannot call him a sorcerer or a warlock. Or anything else that would imply that Weir can use magic in the proper, powerful way; his life would have been very different were that the case.
His eyes drift down to her finger again, bleeding red.]
Perhaps. ...Problem with your finger?
[It's just a cut, and yet she keeps checking on it.]