[His mouth twitches, threatening to pull downwards, when Louis mentions Morgana's name. Yes, that was the woman who got him into that whole kidnapping mess, and though her visions had inadvertently misled her, Henry doesn't have enough grace to not feel petty about it. All the better she didn't return, he thinks, though he has enough self-awareness to not let that kind of cruelty spill from his lips today. It plays behind the sharpness of blue eyes, but that's as far as it gets.

He focuses on the topic of magic, instead.]

I'm talented enough without magic. My abilities don't start and stop at mind-reading.

[Somehow, he needs this to be known. That he isn't just some psychic who's as useless as what they all were in the Pit.]

I assume that means you're studying Abraxan magic, then?