Michael laughed, "you telling me you don't do that shit on purpose to mess with us?" He really thought that was the case. The girl who had tried to work her charm on him was starting to worry him. The vibe he felt when she spoke to him had almost seemed deadly, the magic there was strong and pure but there was something underneath it all, a blackness. He didn't like getting into spats with any of the other campers but he wouldn't let someone try to controll him. He thought he was getting ahead of himself, s he took another swig looking over at the campers by the tree. " imagine you are the fire, when I use my tricks I imagine I am the living embodiment of life itself, you wouldn't believe the rush" he said in an almost monotone voice. He couldn't stop looking over at the campers, he then looked back at the ones he was with " how weird of me, would either of you like some? Its scotch from my fathers private stock." He said holdin the flask out.