Tired of looking at the flame, as small as it is, he tries his hand at a flame slightly bigger than the one he created before. It works, of course, but the candle's wick wasn't made to maintain a fire of that size, and it fizzles back to its smaller shape shortly thereafter. Kuja shakes his head at it and sets the wand down, not thrilled in the least.

"You would do well with the mages from my world. Perhaps you might make your acquaintance with them if one should happen to be dragged along to this place. Or maybe we'll be back in our own worlds by then. I have every intention of learning the magic of this world and, if I must do so myself, learn the spells that brought us here and find a way to return." There's a sly sort of smile from him as he considers it. Oh, won't it be fun?