“It’s not polite to smoke in a stranger’s house, either,” she shot back, eyes flashing. “It’s not magic, anyway.” Summer held up a hand, fingers spread and palm up, and a flame curled up from the center of it. “/That’s/ magic.” She closed her fingers, and the fire vanished. “I’ll tell you what I am if you tell me why you could resist my empathy.”Vex raised an eyebrow at her as he commented, “Maybe it wasn’t s’pposed to be polite, love.” He shook his head at the woman as he watched the fire appear above her palm; it was careless to use your abilities like that, so blatantly and without reservation, but he figured that he really couldn’t talk. He could be bad for doing such things himself, but he had yet to do it around Summer. “I’m a Mesmer,” he said simply, looking at her with level eyes. If she didn’t understand the term, then she had no business flashing her powers at him.
She blinked at him, puzzled. “A Mesmer. Dare I ask, or are you enjoying confusing /me/ now? And what does that have to do with your resistance?”