His gaze is distant, not looking away but definitely not focusing on any one thing. The motions are like second nature as if the coin and it's motions are all part of him. It's a reminder of him being in control, needing to feel that there's some part of him that isn't lost in this place. Not after all they'd been through.

His gaze slowly raises at the woman beside him, the coin come to rest on its edge on the back of his fingers and then he closes his other hand over it and it vanishes.

"It's not magic," he points out, learning that for some it's so common place they don't think otherwise. "So it might take more than a drink to learn but I'm willing to show the basics. If you're willing to learn and not give up if it gets difficult."