The understatement gets a chuckle from him. He puts a hand over his heart. "For me it's less of a gift and more of a talent. I am a spirit of Winter." He gestures to the wand. "The poor thing wasn't connecting with just me, it was connecting to Winter itself. Little wonder why it fractured like that."

He could have drawn out the guessing game, kept up a pretence of secrecy, but in the Nexus especially, his name is easily followed by his infamy.