[it's a little uncharacteristic, but the hint of incredulity on juno's face puts a half-smile on janus'. they've come to realize that magic sounds like nonsense to plenty of people who turn up in this world, but they've gotten used to it, and juno's willingness to share about mundanities that are extraordinary to janus indicates a certain kind of grace you might have missed if you were the sort to stereotype about stubble.

janus shaves religiously.]

We make spells from the bodies of other magical beings, [they tell him.] I'm a Hunter. I've lived all my life guarding humanity from mythological beings who would hurt or exploit them. Who would hurt or exploit you, [they correct themself after a moment, looking at juno's eye. at what point a person is a robot rather than a person? certainly not after receiving a prosthetic eye. self-identification matters too, per their conversation some minutes ago.] But even without casting any of those, I have a number of special attributes.

[they're still talking with a straight face. this is just how they talk, okay.] For example, I'm very strong for my size, if not as much so as vampires and orcs might be.