"I'm not entirely sure what wards were placed on it were not documented, likely to prevent them from being undone. Could be anything from the fires of Muspeleheim to the holy light of Ra. The members of the order that created the book were quite dramatic at times."
he said with a shrug, removing a bottle of wait paint and a brush from his kit, "But as long as you don't touch my t, we don't have to worry about any of that."
the scholarly agent studied his book before returning his attention to Mason, "I'm going to need you to turn around and remove your shirt, you can lay flat on the bed if you like. The seal needs to be on your skin and your back provides me with the most possible surface area,though once I perfect the spell for your specific condition I can miniaturize it and apply it permanently to a less conspicuous area. Until then, I'll need to re-apply it daily."
The Djinn agent looked up from his coffee as the newcomer entered the room, and he flicked out his serpentine togue to taste the air. "clay dust and no pheremones? Odd. Never smelled that on a person before."
he contemplated, delivering an intense stare "You some sort of empath or something? A mind reader?"
He asked bluntly, narrowing his eyes at the seemingly female agent, "Because you ain't human, that's for sure."
Argus changed his attention to Richard, "How are you doing Rich? Still feeling alburned out or have you recovered from that fight?"
he scanned the room quickly, "oh, and have you seen Griffin yet? Wondering if he got back to base alright."