[ Resting his knuckles against his jawline, Howl listens, quiet but giving Matt his full attention. What he's describing is no particular field of magic that Howl is familiar with, but within the realm of possibilities for wizards of his homeworld. Given the right resources, it's something Howl could have probably learned how to do himself — before being trapped in this world and losing most of his power as a result, of course. ]

I see. That makes sense. And, by my recollection, your wager paid off. I was thoroughly shaken out.

[ That isn't all to discuss, though. Knowing the question is likely to embarrass Matt, but feeling that it must be asked anyway, he glances down at his drink and adds: ]

So, if I understand correctly... those were your memories and fantasies that I felt?

[ of someone or something hurting Matt. and of Matt embracing Howl. he doesn't know if that first one was a memory or a fantasy, but he knows what the second was. ]