[ Oh! Well that's delightful! Jonathan perks up a little bit at the last name. He gives Stephen another once-over, taking in his attire (futuristic? Maybe? It's odd, but there are a few aspects here and there that suggest something beyond Jonathan's time) before lightly teasing, ]

If you are some future relation of mine, you must be a distant one. My wife and I have never had children.

[ It's an odd way to phrase that, considering that Jonathan looks like he's in his late thirties—if his wife was the same age, children aren't entirely out of the equation, yet he's saying it like it's a sure thing.

There's a moment before the conversation continues, though. 'The real cursed kind.' Well, that explains the odd feeling Jonathan has about this man. Idly, he wonders just how much of his own curse Stephen is picking up on. ] The curse is separate to the magic. I have been a magician for over ten years, cursed for only a year or so.

[ He thinks. Maybe. ]

Is yours different?