Horan looks confused by the question then shakes his head. 

"A little bit of dancing magic, but not much, only bits and pieces I picked up," Raziya says, nodding. "Sendhei taught me some, actually," she adds.

"I know food magic and smelting magic and leatherworking magic. I... am surprised the two of you don't know any food magic, actually, I thought it was standard?"

Raziya stares at him blankly. "I have never heard of it. What does it do?"

"Makes food more nourishing and give you more energy and help you heal from wounds faster." To Tintin: "And to answer your question, probably there are higher sorceries that can do that, but none that I know."

"Huh. That's an odd way for magic to be. How does one do - food magic, smelting magic?"

"It's complicated to explain. There are these rituals you do while making the food or smelting, in the order of what you do and how long you take to do it and quantities and all that... but it really is about having many shorthands for ways to... think about it? Or feel about it? While you do it."

"Huh. I wish I were an asari so I could see what you mean... but presumably it can be taught anyway? I'd like to learn it."

"Asari can see magic?"

"No, no, we don't have magic - they can read thoughts through physical contact. If I were one I'd be able to touch you and literally see the state of mind you're referring to."

"That sounds like magic," he says, raising an eyebrow. "Useful, anyway."

"I will freely admit that the asari mind-meld kind of feels like magic even to me. There is a scientific explanation, but it's much easier to approximate as magic."

He laughs. "Anyway, yes it can be taught, but requires a lot of practice to get it right every time."

"Plenty of things require practice. Biotics, gunplay, journalism. There's nothing worth doing that you start good at."

He turns to Raziya. "I already know how to dance, a bit; would you teach me the very basics of dancing-magic?"

"Uh, sure, I can try, but I'm really not that good."

"I've been told I'm an excellent student. Should I show you how I dance, to start?"

"Uh... sure okay I guess that will help."

"Milou, play Ililousiara."

A bubbly pop song starts playing, clearly one that Tintin knows well. He starts dancing. 

If anyone watching knew that ballet existed, it would be obvious that Tintin's dancing form is mostly informed by ballet. He's very light on his feet, lots of jumping and kicking and spinning. He isn't very formal, though it is clearly a thought-out routine rather than improvisation.

The song ends, and a thumping electronic beat starts pulsing through the camp. "Pause, Milou," Tintin laughs. The electronica stops. 

Taharqi looks... entranced.

Raziya, on the other hand, has her brows knitted together. "That music... didn't come from your dance?" she asks.

"No, that was more technology. Was it supposed to?"

She nods and opens her mouth but then they hear growling coming from...

...well pretty much all around them. So instead she squeaks while Horan replies to the growls in kind and Taharqi has his bow in hands, arrow nocked.

Tintin launches a Singularity at the highest density of hostiles, then a Throw field to cause a massive biotic detonation, flinging furry bodies in all directions. Then he whips out his pistol and starts firing at the rest of them.

"How did none of these stupid animals" stasis "evolve" throw, detonate "a survival instinct?!"

Taharqi shoots an arrow or two but honestly just watching Tintin be very hot works super well for him.

"Maybe they survive better when they try to kill everything," says Taharqi between arrows and staring at Tintin.