"No. I had no idea what he was talking about."

There's a hint of a fond smile, but then he pushes his hair back and shakes his head, walking over to the next display: the magician, decorated with fire opals. The connection is a little more arcane this time, and his eyes glaze over after reading the first few lines from the card. He's somehow accidentally convinced the others in Thorne that he's a fellow book nerd, but the dry, esoteric details of Academic Magic aren't exactly his favorite subject.

But he pretends to be fixated on it because otherwise he'll have to come up with something to say next, and he's stuck.