He’s not. He’s more or less accepted the fact that magic exists here, that some people have a talent for it and some people don’t, but he certainly doesn’t like the idea. He doesn’t find it whimsical as much as he views it as unknown and things that are that profoundly unknown by him are hazardous.

“I suppose that’s a tack you’d want to take, if you were gonna marry someone who did magic.”

He says with a shrug. Han, at least, can take solace in the fact that Jim had found it perplexing to him as well. He takes a long sip from his drink and hedges, “it’s a good fire.”