Vlad's eyes sharpened on the young man's hand, wondering what it was that he kept reaching for? In his experience with magic folk, it was always a wand. Was he a wizard? Vlad wished he would sniff them out like he could with werewolves. But he now had his suspicions. "Yes, I am. Judging by your reaction, you've never met one before? And tell me? Is that a wand that you keep reaching for lad?" Vlad arched a brow, giving this man a dead stare. He did not like to be intimidated by magic.