"You're a siphon," Jacob repeats, raking his tongue over his teeth.
The Eye is aware of siphons and what they can do, though their opinion on them is mixed. Sometimes, they're considered dangerous for what they can do -- how terrible would it be if a trick, powered by magic, fell apart because of a siphon, and the magician ended up dead as a result? Sometimes, they're just seen as a curiosity, different but no more dangerous than a magician, himself. Jacob, himself, meanwhile, isn't sure how he feels one way or the other. He's never met a siphon before, rare as they are (honestly, he thought they were a fairy story and promptly put them out of mind until just now), but she seems harmless enough, for the moment. Sure, she ruined his anonymity, but it was an accident; he's trying hard not to think about what might have happened if she'd been around, when his father was doing one of his safe escape tricks, back in the day.
"Right, okay," he continues after a beat, not wanting his processing that draw things out into awkward territory. Still at something of a loss despite himself, he sticks out a hand for lack of anything better to do. "Hi, siphon. I'm Jacob Shrike." When in doubt, go for the dad joke.
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The Eye is aware of siphons and what they can do, though their opinion on them is mixed. Sometimes, they're considered dangerous for what they can do -- how terrible would it be if a trick, powered by magic, fell apart because of a siphon, and the magician ended up dead as a result? Sometimes, they're just seen as a curiosity, different but no more dangerous than a magician, himself. Jacob, himself, meanwhile, isn't sure how he feels one way or the other. He's never met a siphon before, rare as they are (honestly, he thought they were a fairy story and promptly put them out of mind until just now), but she seems harmless enough, for the moment. Sure, she ruined his anonymity, but it was an accident; he's trying hard not to think about what might have happened if she'd been around, when his father was doing one of his safe escape tricks, back in the day.
"Right, okay," he continues after a beat, not wanting his processing that draw things out into awkward territory. Still at something of a loss despite himself, he sticks out a hand for lack of anything better to do. "Hi, siphon. I'm Jacob Shrike." When in doubt, go for the dad joke.