It passes on at their death. That was interesting, enough that Harry crossed his arms thoughtfully, nodding. "Like a mantle, a sort of...cloak of power that needs a host." He'd been thinking about this magic thing in Nida's world the wrong way. It wasn't the same because magic was a thing there, an entity, not a force. The concept was fascinating if not completely alien.

"Well, you can tell your fiance you're safe with me. Never been a biter."