That gets a nervous little chuckle out of Carlisle, as though he's not quite sure where it is this line of questioning is going. How is it that the vampires of Armand's world can be clever enough to hide among humans and maintain their appearance, yet minor magic like his orbs of light is completely foreign to him?

Different worlds, he reminds himself. That does complicate things.

"These?"

He conjures into his hand a small lighted ball, one frailer than his usual ones and no bigger than a marble. It's more for demonstration and less for intimidation, as he's used them before.

"They're not a forbidden craft, no. I mean, there are forbidden crafts, but this- any magician even halfway competent in the art could do this, though I doubt it'd hurt an undead unless infused with magic from a healer, like myself."

He offers the small orb to Armand.