[ She surprises him again when she takes that half-facetious suggestion to heart. Given their whole experiment, he would've thought they'd let the aphrodisiac do all of the work, but he's not exactly going to complain about it when she throws a leg over his thighs. Especially not when the aphrodisiac is too doing its work. And since this is as clear an invitation as any, short of verbal permission, he follows his inclinations, raising his right hand to the edge of her stockings, a couple of his fingers resting on skin, the rest pressing into silky cloth. For now, his other arm remains draped over the back of the couch, and his eyes on her. They only briefly swing away as he tries to recall any such movie. ]

Maybe I know a movie like that. It's old though.

[ Says a guy who comes from at least a couple hundred years past the 2000s. Then, back on topic, his gaze finds her face again. ]

You said magic is... like an energy or a life force. So the resort uses that to power itself? It takes energy and turns it into... all the stuff that sustains this place?

[ The water, the electricity, the shit that's holding back his Quirk, and the shit that makes repairs whenever he feels like putting a hole through the wall. ]