Desperation was about right but what was the source of that desperation? A vision, maybe, but they had to confirm it was Maya first before they started throwing theories about that around. So right now, they had to focus on Amadeus's magic, getting the story out of the corpse. Ariel arched an eyebrow as he brought up the optography again. Oh... God. "Mm, wasn't planning on sharing your secrets," which Amadeus clearly knew considering he was getting to witness and learn.
The desecration of the body wasn't surprising but the consuming of the eye? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Out of an old reflex, Ariel made the sign of the Cross and silently prayed for forgiveness for both of them. Not that they would ever get it. Kindred were cursed away from that particular light but that wouldn't stop him from praying. It never had before. But all he could do was wait for Amadeus to tell him what he was getting from the eye.
"Before you ever kiss me again, you're brushing your fucking teeth," he noted once Amadeus's eyes focused on him again. "Well...?"