Nyx considered him for a moment, then leaned in close, pushing Alcuin's hair back to sniff his neck near the pulse point.

"Not half, I don't think. A grandparent, maybe. Likely on your mother's side. It's nymph blood, certainly. Female nymphs are far more common than male."

Nyx's magic flowed a little as he took in the scent. He couldn't help it, magic had a tendency to seek magic after all. It slowed and then retreated as he drew away.

"Mind reading is a rare talent. You want to be mindful of who you tell. You're probably worth a small fortune in some markets."

A rich warning coming from a fae prince who'd decided to become a rock star. It was advice he ought to take more seriously himself.