[He lets Lucien do the lap without any rush. He does not rush anything actually because, like Lucien, he thinks if they could just... drag out the minutes despite how useless that must be stuck here, in a godforsaken church, basing conversation on questions.

It's more than nothing, but less than something.

His head and eyes follow Lucien's look to Amalthea. He lowers his voice:]

Not all of them. Maybe not ████████. [He looks frustrated for a moment at the blip out he does, naturally.] But ██ might help you if you play your cards right. I don't know how much they can help. They can't ████████.