Magnus' did bear a smirk, but something in his Neyaphem nature twisted the twinge to something unwanted and creepy.

"I see, do you know of a faster way to see how hard your compound eyes are? It beat the old methods: treadmills with wires hanging from you breathing in tubes or the old danger room which was pendulums and smashing walls with flamethrowers. If you want to follow your powers, you want to become a entomologist?"

The blue boy began to bus the plates and start on the dishes he dirtied making the sushi. he didn't say much as he worked to give the other time to contemplate and reply before speaking again with only the clatter of glass and metal to come from his station. The kitchen's fish smell was suddenly cut away with the aroma of lemon from the soap as he loaded the pre-washed plated into the machine for proper cleaning and sterilization.

"Was there anywhere else you would like to look at before we begin your time in the tank?"