[ He nods, as though this is all very right and expected. As though they're discussing an inconvenient weather pattern. To the explanation, he looks genuinely attentive, genuinely interested: God rubs his chin like he's mulling it over. ]

Decent use of time. Keep it, then. But if you don't make much headway, try Vileblood: there's something going on there with toxicity neutralization. Most are immune to stuff that could drop an elephant. A thimble of Vileblood's the folk cure for parasite infestation, even the really nasty kind— but any more and you'll be treating a corpse.

[ He waves away the question under the guise of waving away the offer, wholly unrepentant. ]

You seem like a guy who knows what he's doing. We'll keep it an imaginary waiver. You need a hand with it, though, come and find me: I could use a break from books about squid.