Marcus remains standing over him, hands holding the enchantment that has seized through Edgard's body. At first, his expression doesn't flicker as Edgard offers this answer. Fingers flexing, the sound of cracking rock creaking distressingly from around Edgard.

It's clear, in the silence that follows, he has no idea what to make of this answer.

"What bowl," is very flat. The truth sounds pretty stupid on this side too.