There's a slow raise of Billy's brow as he gives him a flat stare, a clear look of "what do you take me for, an idiot?". The trick wasn't in the flames- those are real enough, he's sure, considering they cast light and warmth. But the trick was in the making of them, some illusionist's parlor trick involving misdirection.

After all, as Faraday said, it was never about the cards.

"Never got your name." A change of subject as blunt as a railroad hammer. But he'd never been good with people, with finessing them like Goody had.