[She had not known what, exactly, she'd expected his explanation for his mania to be. Probably not something nearly so eloquent or deep, though.

The idea of Sho having depth that exceeded a bullhorn's cup, really, seemed like a stretch most days.

By the time he's posed her the final rhetorical question, she remains quiet, the beat of the song from elsewhere in the manor, and the shuffle of their footsteps on the floor providing the only ambiance.]

That's... [she finally begins] ....that's much the same way magic is described where I come from.