Fabrice thinks he catches Thor nodding alongside Aoife; he smiles at the sight. And then he hears the rest of what Aoife says, and his expression turns gaping. "I'm sorry, did you just say necromancer? Aoife, what kind of magic have you been doing?"

He's trying not to be judgmental, but he can't help but worry when he hears that. Necromancy is a dangerous magic; one he's done his best to avoid. But not his cousin. It seems as though Aoife has inherited the same, reckless Coombs genes as Moira.

"Well, I'm happy to hear that you feel more confident in your magic; that's a wonderful thing," he assures her. "Just...be careful, alright?"