Davin laughs and then lights up as he hops off the stool. He brings the kettle back to the table with him and touches the top of it, making it turn on. Metal he can wield with his mind, but when it comes to electricity he actually has to make contact. It's actually something his grandmother helped train into him. He could probably learn to do it without touch, but he kind of likes having a handicap on a power so potentially dangerous.

He lets go of the kettle because he doesn't need to be touching it after the initial spark, and then smiles up at her. With a small twitch of his nose, the metal lid of the kettle lifts along along with Davin's eyebrow.