“I’m not.” He corrected, easing back into the seat once he’d taken her wand and pocketed it. From the same pocket he pulled out a copy of a Divination text to help himself to a bit of light but informative reading while she worked. He didn’t know what prompted the question but as it wouldn’t change the circumstance of things, he found no reason to expound on his answer.

“Make sure you don’t miss even a drop, Ms. McKinley. I’d like to salvage as much from this room as possible. Pick up the slugs and get the mucus off them too.”

The dungeon would have to be spotless before they left here tonight.