"Fine, fine. But I heard from my father that is pretty much what they said at Salem." he said, sitting down in the chair. However, as he sat down in his chair, there was something in his gut that went off. He felt something large near. And he wasn't sure if it was methodically large or actually large, either one didn't sound quite pleasant. He mused the idea of taking his gloves off and touching them, which would basically cause large amount of magic to follow from his body into theirs. He wasn't quite sure what that would do to them, but he imaged it would be either be unpleasant enough for him to get away or just annoying enough to get him shoot, so he decided against it. He then looked to Connor, who seemed very unsure of his actions, "What did they tell you to get you to join, that supernatural beings tortured and killed people out of hate, desire, or what ever else they might what at the time, which is true of some supernatural, but right now you are planning on "questioning" and more than likely killing a wizard and a shapeshifter who so far the only crimes they committed is not being quite human."