He pays rapt attention to every detail, the flick of her wrist, the Latin-sounding words she recites in tandem, the way the candle fluidly reconfigures itself into different shapes, all made out of the same wax. "That's... incredible. May I?" he asks, reaching out his free hand towards the candle, not quite touching it until she gives him the go-ahead. Wouldn't want to do something to mess up the magic somehow.