That he killed the woman I loved, that I wanted to kill him for it. [He rolls up his sleeve, glancing at the tattoo on his arm.] Milah. I don't remember her either. Nor does he, apparently, though he remembers enough to name his crocodile after her.

[That's another sore point. Not as sore as it could be, perhaps, but he can still tell that he should be offended and that in and of itself is enough.]

And he uses magic.