[ At the sound of that voice, Magnus glances down. For a moment, it looks as though he's about to wave him off, a hand half-lifting from his side — but then he sees the sparks popping from the man's hair, and if Andrei was trying to invoke his sympathies, it works. Magnus's expression immediately softens, and the movement of his hand turns into a very brief, very careful pat on the back. ]

I am, but not for anything so straightforward. [ He plays along with the conversation, answering that just slightly over-broad smile with a mild one of his own. ] The art you find in some storefronts here is actually quite remarkable. I think I've seen cleverer tricks of color and perspective from the amateurs here than I have in any of Central Ward's galleries.