At the word "magic," Aurelio frowned. At Erebos' little display, his lips formed a moue. He leaned back again, and crossed his legs at the ankles, kicking them further out. He pinched the bridge of his nose with forefinger and thumb. He stayed like that, fingers moving to massage the bridge of his nose, for a full minute. Then he stilled, eyes hidden behind his hand and the angle of his face. Eventually he dropped the hand and sat up, draping one arm across the back of the couch and the other reaching for his glass. He drank slowly, and when he replaced the glass there was still a good few mouthfuls left.
"Still innocent," he muttered under his breath, and shook his head. "Calm down, cousin. There are things whose attention you do not want to attract, and changers only know why they haven't gotten you yet. Whatever you're doing, stop. Now. Does anyone know about this magic? Anyone suspect? Anything that might have tipped someone off?"