"Hm?" Carlisle glances Rosie's way as he pulls his face from the towel, having taken a moment while she was talking to attempt to clean his face -- there is still some ink clinging to the creases around his mouth, but that will have to do. His eyes flick back to the pail before him, the water a swirling, darkened abyss. "Oh, oh no. Minor conjuration can be utilized for a number of everyday purposes, though..."

He trails off for just a moment, sighing as he looks at what little of his reflection he can see in the inky liquid. Using his fingers to brush back loose, damp strands of hair, he slides his glasses back into place. "I would have thought that in a place where we all come from different worlds, I would have run across more magical sorts, but most people seem to be... fairly mundane, as though my world and all the magic within it is the oddity."