[ Greg needs to pause, and think through his words. All his information on magic is secondhand, after all, so his ability to put it into words is muddled. ]

Magic's got its own sort of life to it, I think. Until you get a good feel for it, it's not gonna do what you want. [ He scratches his head.] Sorta like a pet? I guess? You gotta figure out if yours likes... I dunno, getting scratched behind the ears, or wet food.... or the, uh, mental... version of that... I went too far with this metaphor.