Constans blinked at Lee, two previously unrelated ideas clicking together in his mind. "A pleasure," he echoed the pleasantry automatically, well trained in such matters but with something else entirely occupying his thoughts.
"Excuse me but, does that mean you have to take cold baths? I heard a boy this morning say you have to learn to heat the water yourself. I think I could do it," he added without even seeming boastful, this fact merely an afterthought, "but I didn't realize some people don't learn fire. That's the first thing I figured out."
He looked down at his tray, soup still steaming. "It'll be fine, anyway." Setting down his spoon, Constans tore his breadroll in half and tasted a little piece, looking thoughtful. He put the bread down again and returned to the soup with enthusiasm that he still half-resisted, properness altogether too ingrained into him to be left entirely behind even as he became gradually more comfortable with Lee's presence. She was a little flighty (she fidgeted a lot, for one) but after most of the other people he'd met recently, Constans was ready for any kind of friendly face.
"I can do fire and ice, and I haven't thought of what to call it but I can also do a sort of thing that makes people feel really tired. May I ask what sort of spells you know?" He paused a moment and added, "And what does Harrowed mean?"