So you're saying I should do it, [he says, with a brief grin. No, he won't, he's not that interested in throwing mysterious compounds into blood just to see what happens; his blood ministering career might not last long if he did, and he'd hate to wind up one of the "independent" eccentrics. Being a Sleeper makes him eccentric enough already.

Anyway, eyes. Hmm. A few of them pop open to boggle at Viktor when he pulls the sleeve back, and Palamedes hums at this.]

I can see into six new dimensions and also the future, [mildly, then,] Well, they can barely see anything, you know. It takes more effort to concentrate on not processing another fuzzy blob.

[Hence trying to keep them closed as much as he can, although that has the annoying effect of trying to essentially wink large-scale and longterm, and also, well. As another eye opens to swivel around and look at Viktor,] They like you. Even if you're blurry.

[eyes (affectionate)]