[frankly allen's world fascinates him, he'd love to learn more about all of this and how exorcists function in relation to magic as he knows it. more so how technology works in a world like this, but he'll keep himself on task. or mostly on task.]

Does your arm cause you any pain? [gods know he'd understand that feeling. he sits back, a nod as he says,] I think the first thing we should do is expose this stone to a mild level of corruption if possible, to see how it reacts. I admit I'm uncertain the best way to go about this- can a plant be corrupted by the blood pollution?

[a safer subject, unless it just turned to a plant monster then joke's on him. the bit about gifts though, it makes him give a soft 'oh' as he takes his crutch to pull himself up.] That would explain it- I was given a packet of spices for a drink I enjoyed at home. I thought it some cheeky reward for the ridiculous nonsense we were put through.

[honestly is he wrong? either way he moves over to one of the tables- he has a guest so he heads over to where he has it stashed, he may as well make the boy a hot drink as hospitality dictates. it's only enough for one pot of sweetmilk, and milk to use wasn't particularly easy to find but he's glad he made the effort.] Do you like sweet drinks? Allow me to make you a cup.