"I suppose you can say that many of my friends or at the least, those affiliated with me, have been somehow absorbed here. But there really isn't many of us if compared to the non-magical humans who still outnumber us by a good mile," he explained as he raised his glass to his lips and took a timid sip of his drink. "But me and my friends, we are born with it. There might be a way for our magic to be learned but," he shook his head, "I am not aware how effective that is. Anyway, before you can learn magic, you still need to have magic in your blood." He was talking about the wizard-born non-magic-capable people.
But when he thought to venture into that part of the magical politics of his world, he decided against it. He didn't know a lot about them and there really was no point, anyhow. "Muggles will believe anything, won't they? I mean," and here, he might have shut his eyes and shook his head quickly, "I'm sorry, that must sound very unpleasant. I did not mean to talk them down..." He was not in the position to do that.
"But it is true, isn't it? In a way, I mean. They would believe that you are non-magical who learned magic but you really are magical...you are born with it, too, aren't you?" Or was his assumptions just going wild, again?