[ He raises his eyebrows and hovers closer, looking at the one in her hand longer than he might have if he wasn't still shaking off the dregs of a nightmare during what little sleep he managed to get. It doesn't look particularly impressive, but that's the annoying thing about magic objects, isn't it?

He feels entirely too gullible that it's so easy for him to just accept what she's telling him. But he's been out of coffee for far too long. Maybe it's time he looked into creative alternatives. ]

You don't say. [ Just so happens to be exactly what he needs. ] ...How long does it last? Do you have to stay near it, or is lighting it the only thing you need to do to activate it?

[ He's clearly dying for a demonstration, but he's tired enough to think he's being entirely casual about this line of questioning. ]