His hand kind of hung there as he canted his head and his brow furrowed thoughtfully at her question. She almost made it sound like magic was herpes, the thought of which made him crack into a another smile. He withdrew his hand, but more out of amusement than any feeling of embarrassment or rejection.
"I...well, I can do some things. But do you mean if I have it right now? It's not like it's just sitting on my hand like a rash..."
Since the hand wasn't going to be shaken, it got stuffed into his hoody's pocket, along with his other hand to protect against the cold air and he took a step back to lean against the railing again. It was probably an eerie sight with the fog passing behind him.
"What happens? Do you break out in a magical warts?"