[Some combination of the endorphins of dancing and the various pleasant glows of intoxicants allow Paul to take 'cute guy' in relative stride, although he does glance to one side with some degree of remaining modesty. He is striving for cute, by way of handsome. He shouldn't blush at achieving his goals.]

I'd hate for you to be ashamed, so...

[He'll be proud, or so the tilted lift of his chin suggests.]

We don't have magic where I come from either, not like they have here. It's been one of the few things I've appreciated about this place. I think alchemy is more plausible than plenty of things I've seen. [He smiles, half-shrugging.] So are you looking to make gold, or something more esoteric?