"True," Renwick agreed reluctantly, loathed to abandon any train of thought until proven entirely false in every way, "But at this point I'd like to make sure every avenue's bein' explored you know?" He filled a couple of test tubes with Enrie's blood and collected them in a rack before applying a small plaster to the spot he had drawn from.
"I mean, far as I know they haven't even researched that deeply into what effects its had, you know? Like we don't know how far into your body this virus has lodged itself! Could be that it's altered something fundamental and that's why you're all but a muggle now." Renwick tapped his finger thoughtfully on his chin, his eyes moving over Ernie's body as if there might be some glaringly obvious change everyone else had just missed.
"There's stuff I'd like to 'ave a look at. Things I'd like to.. study. But I need samples," He said, his inflection clear. He wanted Ernie to volunteer himself into a corner.