John didn't much like that the other man paced around him. It was something of an intimidation tactic. John knew he could defend himself if need be. It wasn't as if he trusted Higgs. Heck, he barely trusted anyone at all. People had to earn Johns trust. And sometimes Johns trust was not the best thing to have.
The talk of people starving did pull at Johns heart strings. As much as he played the tough role and acted like nothing really effected him, people suffering always brought him pain. He did what he could to save people, even if that meant sacrifices were made along the way.
The Englishman did his best to keep his eyes forward, only bringing his hand up to pluck the cigarette from his lips, a wisp of grey blue smoke tumbling from between slightly open lips.
"Heart? Might need to be a bit more specific. When it comes to magic, there's been a fair few of those around across different cultures. So which one are you looking for? And why?" he asked. He was curious as to how much the other man knew about magic. He wasn't entirely sure if he was using magic himself or some sort of technology. But that look on Higgs' face? Those tar like tears? Was his magic tied to corruption? Chaos? Death?