[ Should he ask questions? Ask first how much Clint knows about magic? Gorgug hesitates, wondering if he should, but it's a simple enough answer that if he's treating Clint as dumb by what he thinks to say, then-- maybe he'll let it go. ]

Most of the items I make need me to put my magic into it. [ He gestures a hand to himself, at his chest. ] Even if there's another source, like crystals or elemental gems, the magic I put in, is like, instructions. So, uh...

[ He's starts to look around, but lands quickly on the glass of water he hasn't drunk from yet and picks it up. Thinks about the most obvious choice he can make, and picks it up: steadying the bottom against the palm of one hand, and then holding it around the top side with the other. His gaze is on it, but he closes his eyes, and soon: the sound of an ocean begins to emit from the glass, sloshing waves, the faint call of seagulls...

...and the rhythm of drums picking up a beat in the background.

It takes a couple of seconds at most, and Gorgug opens up his eyes again, places the glass down back on the counter. The noise continues, and there's no new marks on the cup: it's simply playing a loop of sound, of waves, birds, and a drum beat somewhere in this scene that isn't visible. ]

I can remove it. [ Just so Clint knows he hasn't haunted his glass forever. ] But, that's what-- that's what I do.