A giggle? He hadn't gotten that before. He blinks to her, his voice lowering. "Well... first off, I suppose it's a viable point in the conversation to introduce myself." He nods, "I was named after my great-grandfather. 'Lucifer'." He pauses to let that sink it, "Please, call me Lucas. I get funny looks otherwise, and it's not productive to my studies to be targeted by every man, woman, and anything in between wanting to prove they're top of the food chain by beating me up, stuffing me in lockers or flushing my head in the toilet."
He frowns, sighing. "Other than the horns, all that it's given me is access to vanican magic." He holds up a book, "I don't think you're taking the sort of class to know what that means." He opens the book, revealing a great many scripts and texts, as well as tons of math. "It's a form of magic that is set by three rules. First, magical effects are packaged into distinct spells; each spell has one fixed purpose. A spell that throws a ball of fire at an enemy just throws balls of fire, and generally cannot be "turned down" to light a cigarette, for instance. Two, spells represent a kind of "magic-bomb" which must be prepared in advance of actual use, and each prepared spell can be used only once before needing to be prepared again. That's why it is also known as 'Fire & Forget magic..."
He adjusts his glasses, bowing. "My sincerest apologies. The information behind my sort of spellwork is terribly boring to most people. I probably lost you at the first revelation, didn't I?"