[ It'd be a laugh to know that someone considered him a young man, of all things, but, of course, fifty must only be a drop in the bucket to those handfuls of immortal beings lurking about. It isn't a wholly new concept to him, having already spoken with one such entity, but he'd be surprised to know how much older than him Augustine is.

That, though, isn't brought up. What is brought up are his nerves and to that, Bruno gives a faint sound, almost like the idea was funny somehow. Not quite a laugh, something a little more resigned than that, and then, with a sigh, he climbs back to his feet, the candle clutched carefully as he stands. ]

Easier said than done, right? I'm not great at, ah, staying calm, most of the time. [ All the more reason he should really consider getting a way to lock up those doors, he supposes, although he is calming down now that they're having what could be deemed a nearly normal conversation. Just keep breathing, Bruno, just keep breathing. Nice, slow breaths. ] And, no, you're right. I'm no mage. Definitely not. I'm, well. It's more a magical gift I was given rather than some kinda learned thing.