Matter. [That's what it is. The building blocks of the entire world. And Romain can just toy with it however he wants. Some people here are so incredibly powerful.]

C'est incroyable. [He turns the chunk of metal over and over in his hands - then, since they're full, he sends out a tendril from the edges of his chair's shadow to pick up the piece of coin-shaped gum. Bend it, fold it. Hold it up to his nose and smell it. It's not that he doesn't believe what's happened, but he's still trying to comprehend it entirely.]

I - ouais, I will keep it. But I will owe you money. [Oh, there's the finest edge of a smile, just quirking one corner of his full lips.]