His own relaxed posture straightens subconsciously, though it's been a long time since he's been in the company of royals that aren't related to him. Centuries of training are good for something after all, as it turns out. Hooray, manners.

He doesn't remember the Light Elves being quite so reserved and polite, but then, this is the Nexus. She might not be an elf at all, despite the ears; humans may look Asgardian too, but that doesn't make him one either.

Her question puzzles him slightly, an odd angle to take for the topic, to his ear. "Use of magic is like any other skill. Most people can learn to access it, with proper training, but inborn talent tends to influence what shape that magic will take, and how powerful it is. I'll never be as talented with illusions as my brother, for instance, just as he will never harness a storm."