"Hah! Matty, the first thing you'll learn about me is that I always talk a big game." He tosses his head back with a sharp laugh, a bark of sound that flashes off his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut with brief, honest delight. There's something about him, amidst the obvious wear and tear, that radiates an easy warmth; a deep, soul-entrenched solicitude that's easily turned itself on Matt.

He turns a little further into Matt's space, and maybe he's coming onto him, maybe he's just used to throwing himself around to make a point. " — second thing you'll learn, is that I play that big game, too. I want to figure out the nature of this place. If that means looking into every Balfour, I'll do it. But, if they're just the curtains for Oz the Great n' Terrible? That's something I want to know, too."

He has a few specific things in mind, but why broach them when Matt's been here longer? He says as much, with a sarcastic curl to his mouth and a respectful: "But, you're the senior on board. Had it been someone without magic, yeah — I'd take the lead." He would, too; he's just a little older, a little wiser about going in guns blazing. Winter's tempered him, soothed that endless wildfire inside of him and made him consider his actions before he just went off on them.

Though. He does dip his head and let a slow smile cross his mouth: "'Energy with a partner', hm? You can say sex magic. Winter does a lot of that."