Rhamnus nodded faintly as she spoke, taking in the essence of the task Lyra was facing. He didn't particularly like the term project, but it was certainly something the woman had made a mission of. "I see you're testing theories already." He glanced around the room once more. There were mice which he assumed she meant as test subjects. "How far have you advanced?"
He did remember the news of Seamus' encounter spreading, but he hadn't known the extent of his suffering. Something inside Rhamnus empathized deeply with his situation. After all, he too lived with a curse that had taken residence and refused to be drawn out. The thought itself brought an idea forth as he watched the mouse turn in its wheel. "Have you considered drawing the magic out of Mr. Finnigan and placing it in another host?"