His all too casual posture was misguiding as he continued to watch her carefully, from the way she glanced at the book then back at him. The sharp interest directed at her way only visible in the eyes that only moments ago she found so expressionate with amusement.
"Because this one is the genuine article," employing a disarming smile as he focused on getting her to understand without having to say it outright. She played along beautifully earlier, now he hoped she'd toss aside the ruse of being an ordinary Jane. He wanted her to be the witch he felt she was, at least, becoming. The potential was there, ready to be tapped, it just needed guidance and the chance to germinate through practice.