He looked at him pointedly. "If I could just...poof myself out don't you think I would have done so already?"
"This place wants us here, that's for sure, but as to why it wants us here?" He shrugged. "Beats me." He rested his arms on the table and leaned forward a little bit. "I thought to ask you because you seem to know what you're doing and..." He hesitated for a moment, wondering how someone could be "marked" up with black magic as much as he was. "...I don't think you have too much time left."