Noah let out a soft whistle as he felt the magic of the door pulsing. He could feel the magic on the other side of the creation, but for now he was focused on the impossible right in front of him. He reached out and let his hand rest on the door. Through his eyes, it was a heavy oak door with wrought iron supports. Large metal rings hung near the center so that it could be pulled open. Despite the metal construction, the ring felt warm under his touch and while it was terrifying in its power, the magic did not feel hostile or cold to him.
"I think..." Noah paused and searched for a word, but could not find a way to express what he was thinking clearly. "I think it likes us."
So what if he was giving magic thoughts and feelings. Who was he to say it could not do those things.
"Or more likely, it likes you and just me by proxy." He corrected himself. It may have been a figment of his over active imagination, the magic of the door seemed to hum under his touch in agreement.