Sonneillon had closed her eyes during the back and forth, one eye cracked open to glance at the arcanist, red pigment substituting eyebrows raising softly, before lowering again, giving her a squinting and desinterested look. "Various branches of magic and enhanced physical capabilities," she purred softly, yet dangerously, as she leaned in closer in turn. "Though I don't plan on flaunting it," he tail flicked up behind her head from underneath the coat, swaying softly.