That makes her smile a bit. "I could hardly fault you for a small fire." Especially at a time like this. "But I will settle for a later demonstration if I must."

She glances down at his offered hand. Despite the etiquette her arrangement with Empress Celene has demanded, she may never quite be accustomed to the instinct many people have to touch when meeting someone. Still, after a moment she clasps his hand, briefly but firmly. A clasp is much preferable to the hand-kissing she has sometimes seen at court.

Caster seems a bit on the nose for a mage's name, she thinks, but she nods her acknowledgment. "I am Morrigan."