He has always had a tendency to let his magic free, to use it however he wanted without caring about other witches, mages, and people with magical affinities. If they got in the way of his powers, it was in no way his fault. It didn't matter what kind of powers other people had, he was more powerful, smarter, faster. Whatever he needed, he got through magic.

People knew of his name, the power he wielded, and he knew he had gained a high status because of that. But you were an enigma he could not figure out for the life of him. How you wielded your powers so smoothly, he could almost taste it with his own. That's what pulled him in, he needed to know more. If he couldn't figure you out, he'd have to ask himself.

"Come on, what's your secret?" He asks, head tilting as he eyed you. His magic was potent yet light as it weaved around you, trying to test you out.