Gerard tried not to think too hard about which comics Dallon might not have, and that he could offer up in trade. He could think about that later, while thumbing through his collection.
He smiled faintly. "I've dealt with worse," he said honestly, glancing off to the side. "But it is a little...worrisome." Of course he was worried about what this might imply, what sort of magics were working in the castle to create it, and the possibility of some sort of interloper helping it along. But he was also worried about what might happen if the potions professor was struck down with this illness, with only a week to go before the moon. And that particular concern was not one he was going to be voicing out loud. "I'm sure it won't be long until we figure out a solution," he said, sipping his coffee. "But I've never seen anything like it, and the unknown is always stressful. But stress sort of comes with the job description."