"I..." he furrows his brow thoughtfully. He's making an honest effort to understand, at least, but Syrlya's magic is functionally far removed. He doesn't work with the physically reality.

This is necromancy, though, and control is a different form there. "So blood magic is what you use to create and control your minions?" He gestures, unsure if that is the term he even uses. "Your constructs, the--the corpses."