Someone either has had the humble stick handed to them early in life, or, it's the strangest sort of high society John has ever run into. Probably the latter, knowing his luck. Which was running at about an all time low of forty percent most days in Mathias.

"Ah, the gift of magical love. Brilliant that must be." John clicks his tongue slightly and leaves it at that. If only love did solve all problems. He would of been an outstanding citizen by now. "Mathias has gotten to you too, eh? My magic doesn't work like it ought to. Spells miscast, sometimes they don't even go off. Most the time it just drains me near dry."

A pause, then, he smiles just a bit.

"Though we can't stop trying. Not when it's apart of us like it is."