[Paul's protectiveness of Lazarus is an old habit by this point. He fusses more over him than he should, leaps to champion him when there's no call for it. He doesn't have to shield Lazarus from one of his old friends, and he's a little embarrassed to realize what he's doing. He makes a note to himself to have another glass of water before he has any more wine.]

No. Of course you weren't. [A slightly abashed tilt of his smile.] I'm used to people not understanding that.

But yes - I'm a Paleblood. And it is exciting, isn't it? You're lucky - if I could have any other blood type, it'd be Dark. The possibilities are expansive...

[He knows exactly what books to recommend Light.]

Do you have an idea of what your inherent talent is yet? It can take time.