“What mag....” Sweeney started to ask, then a slow smile formed on his face. Oh, this one was not only English, he was from a time before cigarettes. Which was not as long as people thought it was, but still quite a bit of time. And this man was from a time before that. If this man thought that lighting the cigarette and smoking it without setting himself on fire was magic, how'd he react to some actual magic?
Oh, that was tempting. Far too tempting for it's own good, actually.
Temping enough that Mad Sweeney just smiled and didn't bother finishing his question. “Like that, eh?” Though he wasn't entirely sure if the man liked that 'trick' or not. Maybe it would shut him up on his bad mouthing of the Irish history, people and custom. Not to mention the whiskey.
“Got another one for ya,” he added. Then, with the cigarette still burning and dangling from his lip, Sweeney raised both hands and showed the man that they were perfectly empty. One hand he closed for a moment, then turned rolled his wrist, fanning the fingers out until his palm was open again this time with a single gold coin in the center of it.
An old coin. Not one the Englishman had likely seen before. Of no common pressing. Leprechaun gold.