He watches with intrigue that turns into right out interest over the display. He has to wonder if Jesper’s ability is innate or if it’s from Abraxan magic. Something tells him it’s more. There’s a slight awe to his expression before he claps his hands once and keeps his eye to the way the armor moves effortlessly in the way a river flows down a stream as it should be.

“Close enough. High King,” he admits, mostly because he had been one and why not flaunt such a title. He did get overthrown, and kicked out of Fillory, but he had been a good king for the best of a minute if he says so. All of it is riddled in the proud glint in his eye. He reaches for the minted blade and with the gleam of the now turned sword, he decides he can give a little show off on his own.

He raises his hand and lets the sword hover briefly and away from Jesper, before it slides against his palm smoothly. It’s a slight tremble of a levitation that lives in him the way magic does and Jesper would feel it within the pull of his reach. There’s barely a mummer of a spell when it’s a discipline well on its way to being mastered.

“Delightful. You’re telekinetic. I am too. Among other things. Magic?” He has to ask, since he’s met all sorts and even more people that come with abilities unlike the ones he personally knows. He’s just getting used to the diversity of the supernatural. Especially when he can sense the knives are connected to Jesper, if his theory is now forming. He just might be a secret magic connoisseur, just not openly.