The question makes him spit out his cigarette - not forcefully, but he sure does lose it somewhere in the boat when he opens his mouth and it falls. Well... it probably isn't strong enough to set the whole thing on fire.

He coughs a little on the unexpected and very abruptly inhaled smoke, then laughs. "We didn't really get much chance to talk before, did we? Yeah. I know people with abilities. They're not magic, though."

Been a long time since he got to show off, so while it's absolutely not the most impressive power in the world, he can't resist snapping his fingers and cutting off the sound of the breeze and the strange pinging and booming of the ice on the lake.

And then he leans wayyy down to see if he can spot where the hell that cigarette went to, just so he can make sure it gets put out.