He wonders if he was 'gifted' with anything.

"Interesting. Did you find that you simply figured it out? Trial and error? Or was there some glaring insightful revelation that held some specific bearing?" He eyes her, trying to keep the tone as civil as possible -- he doesn't know why she's being so nice, not really, and he's completely sure showing up here was a mistake. This was too dangerous of territory to be treading right now.

But he can't bring himself to leave.

"And what might your powers be, if I could be so bold to ask?"