He's almost disappointed with Julian's inability to connect the dots. How indeed? Where is the author's imagination? Gerald's own danced around the possibilities. All of them bloody and cruel. The fact that Gerald is able to imagine them without cringing is an odd sign. I should see a shrink. For dinner. More dark humor and private amusement.
"That should be easy." he responds to the Reeve, confident that he can handle 'the next step'. He gives the Shadow an inquisitive look. "Shall we all go together or split the list and cover ground more quickly?"