[Douglas might miss the smile, but Daqiang does not. It seemed the one called Mycroft was pleased that Douglas was being spoken to. Or perhaps that he was speaking up. Perhaps the one called Douglas' hesitation was a social nervousness? Either way, neither acted like the other was a servant of any kind nor were either upset by Daqiang's focus.]

There is magic that can control the seas.

[He said before Douglas could get too into his explanation.]

Magic that can control the winds.

[And here, Daqiang leaned forward to pour himself a cup of tea out of the pot that had been sitting just off to the side. Before he picked it up, however, he waved a hand and two more cups appeared as if out of thin air, clearly part of a set (blue and gold paint with stylized black cats sitting in windows). Then he poured first himself a cup and then held the teapot out for one of them to take.]

And more magics. How does that factor into sailing?