Harrow laughs quietly and waves away Shade-Sheeker's concerns of his proselytizing. By his small smile it seems he likes what he's hearing, or at the very least tolerates it politely.

"What sorts of magic exist on your world? What kinds can you do? Are you allowed to show me, or is it mostly for when you're desperate? I'd love to see what an Archmage from another world can do! Even if you are a baby Archmage for now."

He winks, grins, and readjusts his position on the bench to prepare himself for a display.