[his waspish tone is unmistakable, frankly, and he doesn't even try to cover that up. hell, if it were anymore acidic, klaus's tongue might burn out of his mouth, but he bites down, to the point he's thinking he might taste blood—

then quentin continues going on about how it's possible he possesses (haha, séance pun) other powers, momentarily furthering his confusion.] What, like, some unknown power I have to discover? I don't know, Quentin... [shit, he's beginning to comprehend things at a higher capacity as well. at least he can still make awful jokes to downplay his abilities though, and that's a bizarre relief.]

Are you saying I have Big Magician Energy? [followed by a hyena-like cackle.] Okay, fine, let's say I've got it: what do you think I'd be able to do? Anything helpful at all?