Crystal listened to Corn in silence. He could feel himself regaining his cool already, pushing all the shit down again. He had to get better at this.
"What makes you think the grubs - or whatever has any connection with them for that matter - left any residue just randomly floating around? I mean you have to go off of some sort of hunch here, right? Have you been studying the grubs yourself?" With a wife-to-be and his many many hobbies, the Moros should have a better appreciation for free time.
He was tapping some rhythm on his knee again and after a while the Warlock sighed. "And look: sorry I went ballistic on you. Let's just agree to disagree on how not-dangerous Magic is for now, all right? That means no, I won't be helping your project." Who said ridiculously good looking people weren't able to swallow their pride and apologize every now and then?