"I am...quite fine... As I said, the pressure is much less here then on the surface...so it is harder to breath for me from what I understand...Atleast that is how the wind magus' explain it to me." He paused every few words to stabilize his breathing before eyeing the odd drink presented before him by this so called robot. "This is a bloody mary? I...this looks like a noble's drink, like something that would be consumed at the kings court..." He picked up the glass and eyed it suspiciously before taking a light sip of it. His mouth turned in disgust and was half tempted to throw it to the wall but stopped and set it down on the table. 

"That was quite vile, how is it that you can drink something so...I am not sure of the word for it...I think I'll wait to return to my world for a drink then, Lets move on to these 'french fries' as you called them. They are better then some of the potato's cooked in the palace. What are they fried, or baked? I can't tell. Ah so many questions...so little time."

The more time he spent here the easier it was to breath, slowly but surely at least, So he slowly stood up and looked down at the girl. " To answer your question yes, there are seven magic's in my land. Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, Light, Darkness, and Demonic. Though the last one has been outlawed in my lands for as long as history is recorded after the great calamity... If I may be so bold, you, and every soul up here is a god compared to my people...you live high above the clouds, with your metallic slaves to serve your every whim, food that I would call a delicacy is considered 'not that good' as you eloquently put it, and it seems peaceful here. Like a paradise."