Terrence wasn't a fan of small talk. The banter he'd once had with Barlow, well, that had been different. That had been two completely not-average guys pretending to be average and have average problems to complain about. It had often been raunchy and hilarious. Completely different from a discussion about the weather.
"What's that good for?" he asked, genuinely curious. He could guess, of course, but he was also partly interested to see how much of her motivation she'd share with him. Not that he particularly needed to know, but still. "That's not just something I can walk out and get for you, y'know."
He was aware that in his disguise, he generally gave the impression of being much less magically powerful, and there was usually a reason for that. Right now, though, it had the potential to make her more uncertain of his ability to do what she asked. "I wouldn't be able to make you any guarantees about when you'd have it, then."