[That...snags in him oddly. And Chris looks away as he takes off the black-stoned clasp at his jacket lapel and pulls the jet raven skull necklace from around his neck he never took off. He offers both over to Scott and gives a humorless scoff.]

There you are, handsome...everything that makes me 'not human' in one hand. You've no ability to take yours off. People back home were born with the gift of the Weave in their blood and suffered for it in my land, but I sought mine out: the only magic accepted in the Moonsea.

[He turns a wry smile on Scott.]

I didn't even earn my titles, just a circumstance of birth and then the actions of others around me. I'm really not that special, promise.