Eliot can't help it, he lets out a little chuckle at the 'That can't be', lifting his chin a little. "Is that so unlikely? I feel I should muster some sort of offended protest, but I'm really not at my best today, so I'll give you a pass."

He adds, quite casually, "I'm a magician, actually. Eliot."

He doesn't normally tell people that, but fuck it, whatever weird place this is, it hardly seems to matter. Besides, probably this guy will either think he's saying he's some kind of non-magical illusionist or won't believe him, despite the spells he demonstrated earlier.