Interesting. He hasn't really met anyone else this interested in his magic for a while and while he sits there, he opts to standing up finally with a dust of his hands against his pants. At least he isn't wearing his nice suit right now but the pants are still quality material.

"Well, there is my basic magic," he begins, not really understanding that she's looking for an actual type of magic, "that allows me to move through anything I want to. Solid matter, air, water, oxygen." He might not mention his glamour because his grey skin is something of a secret.