Darkstalker's tail twitched a bit at her expression, but he really didn't care enough about his hypothetical standing in gem culture to carry on the discussion. When it came to alien cultures, understanding where he fit with the cetagandans was much more pressing.

Controlling water and shape shifting. Not really his thing, to be sure, but he'd have to remember them when he had the ability to enchant things again. They were certainly not powers to reckoned with, and having them handy may be useful someday.

"How did you fly before? Magic? It's not like you have wings, after all."

He opened his own as if to emphasize his point, revealing the glitter of silver scales underneath, and the lines of bright white in either side highlighting the 'seam' where his wings met his body.