"Adaptation is based on environment," he rambled in response with a nod. That made sense and he was sure there were some technological advances that Dorian's world had gotten to. Steam was his current running bet, based on what he'd heard. It was almost a shame that he was curious about how it all looked and ran, the nuances of it, but thankfully, it was just off hand enough to not be a problem.

Raylan managed a faint curl of one corner of his lips. "God I hope not. Don't know how many more of those bolts of yours I can take." It was a painfully true statement, that had been some scary shit. The faint lift fell just as quickly and Raylan hurried past the condolences, which he was never good at anyway.

"Thanks-" he said to it, almost dismissively, before jumping right in with both feet. "What do you know about blood magic?"