"Oooh your majesty." There is something undeniably dirty the way he says it because he's flirting, he's always flirting. Jesper doesn't know what the difference between a king and high king is, he assumes lesser kings and then he'd be like the head honcho. The way Eliot holds himself does speak of someone confident in themselves and on the royal side, now that he hears the term, but he also seems down to earth too.

Jesper lets him show off and watches with approval and no small amount of appreciation. It was, in a way, an 'I'll show you mime if you show me yours.' It's telekinesis too which he appreciates, there's only a few people he knows of here with that particular type of smooth skill.

"Not exactly. I'm a Grisha, that's a person born with supernatural skills. Most of them wouldn't say it's magic, per se, there are no spells required." Actually, many Grisha would argue it's highly sophisticated scientific alteration, but Jesper rolls his eyes about that. Nah, it's magic, it's a particular type of magic that doesn't come off as traditional, that's all.

"Specifically I'm a Durast, we control and alter matter. So I'm actually changing the composition of the blades when I do that." He's changing them from solids to fluids and back to solids again, sometimes it's more evident that he is liquifying. The armor is very familiar to him, that's all.

"Magic for you?"