The silver-haired man doesn't look pleased with this distinction. Strange as it is, he's glad he was born in his world. Life without magic would be terrible.

"For ours, if someone with magic has a child, the child is overwhelmingly likely to have it, too. But it weakens by generation if the line continues to propagate with... Er, mortals, as you call them. Us?" he shrugs. He counts as mortal, he's just not as mortal as other people.