'You can call me' was a flexible phrase Akito automatically noted, along with the growing mental cabinet he was making for Hibiki. It was already filling up with more things than Akito probably didn't needed for someone he'd probably never meet with again but his mind couldn't help but note. If Akito had picked apart that one nagging thought of 'Where is the divide between magic and trick?' he would have less interest, he was sure.

"I'll have to then," Akito replied lightly, but his mind was already running through possible questions and answers. It depended on how 'helpful' Hibiki wanted to be. He could easily see a question of 'how did you do that?' being easily brushed off with one of those irritating smiles and an excuse like 'magic, of course!'.

And even if the magician did give Akito a straight answer to what Akito really wanted to figure out, he wouldn't enjoy it. It wasn't the same if you flipped to the answer section. That was boring and made him feel cheated.

After several thoughts, Akito simply went with the one that would give him something to chew on and follow if he was lucky (and if it got a useless answer, then Akito would figure out his own answer eventually). Without preamble, Akito asked, "Where did you learn to do your magic?"