Her red cheeks made him grin, but he did sigh. "I do apologize if I embarrass you." He wanted nothing of the sort. He cared about her, more than he had thought he would. More than he now thought he should. But there you go.
"In my world, magic comes from three sources. The Divine, the Devilish, and Humanity. If Humans are open to magic, all other kinds flow easily. If they are not, they are sluggish, more dangerous."
He smiled at her. "The key is truly opening one's heart and banishing doubt. Doubt kills faith, and faith is the source of humanic magic."
"I will remember, and he bounced, then looked at her. His eyes glowed with human and ponderance.
"Thank you, dear lady." He inhaled, and his eyes felt hotter, warmer. As did all of him.