Hm. [It wasn't a surprise. Cats loved basking in the sunlight--whether they were tamed or mountain lions or lions, he supposed. He reached into the open air, his finger dragging magic along the tip of it. Carving a rune of flame in the air, since it was evening and the sun was near to setting, Lancer let his magic generate a radiating heat for Aslan.]

Guess you could say I'm not, really. For me, this kind of thing isn't at all difficult. So, I can't feel the same pride a carpenter or a farmer would feel at the end of a long day.

[It wasn't what he took pride in.]

It feels more accurate to say I've just been helpin' a bit.