Viatorus frowns. It's not as if he hasn't heard this kind of thing before. How good he is at being helpfully unhelpful. His own annoyance almost takes his attention away from the heavy arm thrown around his shoulders and the claw so close to his face.

He presses his lips into a thin, uncertain line, and turns his concerned look from Naugus' claw to his face. "I suppose… Isidor is busy helping Adia and I set up a research centre, so she is quite busy already…"