Being a rifter, Waver's first thoughts isn't spirits. It is simply a type of magic, a variation on the type of mind manipulation from home. It will never be spirits, unless told or prompted directly.

"That's--" he pauses, trying to find the right words that aren't either a bit unnerving with that kind of phrasing. "Quite the skill set."

Good enough.

"But were you serious about helping out with the knives for the time being?"