At her mention of control over Phorros, his interest spiked to higher than it already was. and with a small laugh, he held out his hand, bringing the small ball to him and making it course a path between his fingers, before he changed it into the shape of a bird flying over his palm. "The trick with phorros is, you cant be gentle with it. Phorros takes a hard head and a firm stance, it needs discipline to shape to your will. Many people associate this power with anger, I am one of those sometimes, but..."

As he spoke, he cupped the fillings in between his hands so it couldnt be seen...

"When the right mix of discipline and finesse are put into phorros... you can make something amazing..."

when he opened his hand, it was in the form of a metal rose, which he levitated over to her with a smile.