Patrick looked back at him, silent now. He can feel the power moving through him, distinctly separate and different from his own. It has that often-dormant magic in him just shy of dancing at the moment, eager to be let loose to play. "I can feel it, feel you. It's... you're... different." It wasn't the demonic sort of energy he was used to. It was vastly different than the magic he knew from different talismans, objects, even the few places that radiated it.