His eyes widen at the appearance of the tendril, just open enough for the beast to see them properly. What a familiar shade of blue...
"This isn't funny. Though I get the feeling you might be inclined to disagree.. Show yourself - who are you?"
"Hollyberry certainly seemed to think so too, hehe."
He definitely has the beast's attitude, no matter how much he may try to distance himself from his ancestry.
He just sighs.
"What a shame. My greatness, lost to time.. Oh well. The short answer is: yes. I do not have magic. I do not use magic because I am physically incapable of doing so. And so: potions! I promise you, you will not find a better potionmaker anywhere else."
"I'll.. take it you didn't watch the Triple Cone Cup.. or any recordings of the event."
There were three who academies there. He refuses to believe no one recorded it.