While Bash might use other masters slaves, he would never loan his out. Perhaps that was a bit hypocritical of him, but he didn't care. What was his, was his and no one else was going use it. Nothing could change his mind on this front.
Darcy seemed interested in learning about what he could do with magic, but he knew she was a rebel. While he limited her access to the outside world, he didn't completely cut it off and didn't want to give her too much information that could be used in an attack against a supernatural community. "Well everyone is different and has their strong points and weaknesses. Personally, I'm good at telekinesis and excellent at potion making. My spell casting comes in at a close third."
As Darcy leaned forward, Bash's attention was drawn to her cleavage. Granted, the dress covered most of it up, but since she was so well endowed, he was still presented with a nice sight. Bringing his eyes and attention back to her face, he looked at her lips first for a long moment and then back up to her eyes. "I don't like to get involved in the figthig if I can avoid it, but I will fight and I will kill if I, my family, and those that I protect are put in danger."