[Fenris mentioned the possession thing earlier, but that doesn't explain why he's suddenly bitter about EVERY MAGE HE COMES ACROSS. Belth leans back slightly, his ears flattening against his dark hair.]

Of course I do! [He's somewhat offended at the accusation.] I was conjuring fireballs while my peers were still learning to read, and I hold a position that normally belongs to those twice my age-- something I could not have attained without a degree of skill.

So, yes, I can control my magic.