[Condescencion is a friendship language for him. Magnus hardly has the time of day to resuscitate some moron that decided to freeze over rather than seek comfort. This is just a way to navigate around that possibility.
The hand with the fire moves with a deft sort of dance in the air in front of him, wafting out into ripples that tear the fabric of the snowy landscape around them and opens into one of the bars closest to them.]
It's magic, before you ask, follow me - and I'll explain more when the color comes back to your face.
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The hand with the fire moves with a deft sort of dance in the air in front of him, wafting out into ripples that tear the fabric of the snowy landscape around them and opens into one of the bars closest to them.]
It's magic, before you ask, follow me - and I'll explain more when the color comes back to your face.
[If he had any color to begin with.]