[X'rhun need only to extend his senses a little further, and already he knows his current companion has power in his veins. What sort though, the Miqo'te does not know yet-- he's still seeking the words to describe it. Though his contemplation is interrupted when he's offered the flute of champagne. His ears twitch, and his tail sway.

At least the man is a gentleman, he thinks as he nods and accepts the glass.]

'Tis a strange sort of magic that this world has, though I wouldn't say it's familiar to me in the way of home-- but! It is indeed familiar to me, as I have been here for some time now.