His smile returns at her excited reaction, wider and more genuine this time. He's quite used to people shying away from his own skills (at least back in Tamriel; here people really don't have the same fears). Felix settles down on the couch, letting his new companion get comfortable. It would take a much sterner soul than his not to be charmed by her enthusiasm.

"Well, conjuration is the art of reaching between planes and calling things between them." He cups his hand between them, an orb of purple light spinning into existence between them. At its center is a tiny black void, a portal.

"Nothing as simple as bears or deer. I call on daedric spirits from the planes of Oblivion- and I know saying it like that isn't much of an explanation. But I'd be happy to demonstrate my art for you." He grins outright. "I'll have to, if I'm to come hunting with you. I don't have much woodcraft in my own right, and I don't want to slow you down."