It's a bit surprising to find she isn't shocked or curious about his icy skin, but perhaps she knows him by reputation. A simultaneously pleasing and depressing thought.

Nevertheless, he finds a warm hand on his guiding him through these unfamiliar motions. His attention is as much on her as it is on her instruction, a smile touching his lips.

He eases his grip, holding the wand more like a pen than a weapon. "Is this better?"