He bows. "Thank you. No one has been this kind to me in [i]decades[/i]. And yes, as long as it has emotion, I can feed from it." He smiles. "You have questions about how I work, don't you? I'll answer all your questions, in gratitude for opening your lab to me. Thank you." He "walks" through the portal, and looks around curiously. "So this is where the magic happens, hum?" He examines the room, and turns to Ophion. "What will you need for this quest you mentioned?" He runs his hand down the blade of his scythe, comforted by its familiar texture and weight, his finger tracing the ruins on the scythe. His eyes glow, and he shudders. "Should I keep up this disguise, or can I discard it?" One of the ruins glows and his eyes widen slightly, and he shudders. "Also, would you happen to have a large flat surface nearby? I need one. As soon as possible."