[ It says a lot, actually, and it doesn't go unnoticed. Raylan eyes him a little more intently for a second, lips quirked up at one corner. ] Well, shit, that's the $64,000 question. Don't know for sure and I'm far from an expert on this stuff – back where I come from, magic's just those shitty card tricks and that Mindfreak fella with the... [ He gestures, vaguely. ] The hair, y'know.