When she moves close to him, she has his full attention. If she gets too close she might feel the cold radiating from him, but she goes ahead with her demonstration so if she does feel it, it must not be an issue. At the appearance of the light, he smiles, transfixed until her look prompts him to try it himself.

Reynard takes a deep, slow breath. What if he can't do it? He's a spirit, not a mage, after all... But he is magical... Only one way to find out. He frowns at the wand as he raises his arm and tries to mimic her. It's far from perfect. He's stiff, his movement is off, but it's little wonder no light appears when he says, "Lumos!"

His sigh is heavy with disappointment, but he smiles wryly at her. "And you made it look so easy."