Emalyn sat down and managed a small smile. "Oh, no, thank you..." she glanced at the kettle appologetically. "I'm not up for tea just now." she looked back up at Kazimeriz, listening intently. She nodded, but wasn't prepared for his question.

"Well, uhh...no. I mean, I would rather the topic stay around cancer, out of curiosity for the subject and illness, but err - purely academic, of course." You liar, Ema...

"My second question would be if any illness-ridding remedy would work for a muggle sickness such as this, or would there only be a fair few that cure cancer?"

And here came the earlobe tugs again...