Kanimir is, as he often is, sitting in his library enjoying a book on magic and pondering theoretical innovation. He has an idea; he writes it down. It probably won't pan out, most of them don't, but it might.
"Yeah, I guess you wouldn't want somebody stabbing you and then running off fully fluent."
"Stabbing qua stabbing does not overly concern me but you did show up with magic I didn't recognize."
"Vampires are more resistant than a human to most forms of stabbing; more saliently I have extensive personal wards."
"If you want to know how to construct a ward using my magic system I will not construe that as threatening at all. If you want to know how my personal wards work, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt given that I brought them up first, but I still won't tell you."
"That I will not begrudge you, although wards are somewhat advanced and it would probably make sense to learn more about the basics beforehand."
"I've been told I'm not a very good teacher, but I have very comprehensive books and am available to answer questions."
"I would have to switch translation spells first," he acknowledges. "Or teach you the language, I suppose, but that sounds tedious."
"Quite. Excuse me a moment," he says, and disappears around a bookshelf, then comes back and says a nonsense word. "Alright, that should be fixed."
"At the advanced stages, spells are activated through words or gestures. Words are much easier to record, so I don't use gestures much."
"They're arbitrary; the magician in question pairs the spell with the word."
Most of the books have complicated titles like "Advanced Nuclear Physics and Engineering" or weird ones like "the one with the bit about negentropy that might have gone into fairies," but Kanimir can show her a shelf with titles like "Basic Magic: Volume one" etcetera.
He glances at her clothes. "I see. My condolences. Here we have the technology to mass-produce books."