"Oh, it's not how you look, luv. I like the hair." He gestures to the long white locks. "It's the posture, the way you talk. Your chin is a bit higher than the others here. Though, you're not entirely thinking you're above us. Something tells me you got a lick of empathy. Might be because you let a bloke like me actually help you."

There is a nod to what she says. Lucky her, he supposes. He didn't find magic and the world until he was fourteen. Smoking, drinking, that bit he knew thanks to Good Ol' Dad. Magic though... that came from Annie. At least one good thing she left him with. Too bad he hadn't left anything good with her.

"Most magic you're born with. Just depends on if it manifests and when." John takes the whole conversation with stride. "I'm guessing you do a bit more than get your hand stuck to walls."