Choosing to steer Meg away from topics related to his injuries and other negative aspects of his job, Roger stood up and began to encourage her to open up about other things. More important things, might he add! He was right to do so. There was absolutely no self interest in it. Scratching the back of his head, he half coughed and nodded at her stamp collecting suggestion before moving on.
"I can't imagine what it's like. I mean," he quirked his lips down and shrugged, "I don't rely on magic that much, to be honest. But it's just this knowledge at the back of my head, knowing I have it if I need it. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have that safety net there."
"I heard Spencer came over," Roger wiggled his eyebrows, leaning against one of his book shelves. He wasn't smiling, though. Mechanical Engineering. The SCIENCE of the Broom, Vol. 56. Flight in Charmed Air. Running his hands over the titles, he flicked a book out and idly flipped through it. His demeanor was light, his tone easy going, but his eyes were steady.