[Qrow listens to him carefully, seemingly focused on cleaning but Oz can catch the way Qrow's motions have become half-hearted and robotic, how he's hanging on his every word while pretending to be distracted, as he used to when he was young and embarrassed by how much he craved Oz's attention. The situation is different now, with what he seeks to hide being more along the lines of how deeply troubled he is by his new abilities, how desperately he wants to make them of use. Qrow may have a better poker face than he did at seventeen, but he forgets that Ozpin knows him so much longer, by now.]
--How?
[He looks up, perhaps a little more hopefully than he intended to reveal. Reminiscent of the look he'd held back when he was first offered a hint of real magic, to become Ozpin's eyes.]
no subject
--How?
[He looks up, perhaps a little more hopefully than he intended to reveal. Reminiscent of the look he'd held back when he was first offered a hint of real magic, to become Ozpin's eyes.]
Just...by bleeding?