"Ah," He spoke up, sounding as if to cheerfully counter her opinion, "But is not the warp itself a form of raw power? I could, to a small extent, form a link between it and an object, perhapes hte heart of a power cell, crafted by none other then yourself?" Carefully, he used his scepter, of sorts, to brush a nearby counter clear, and place the gun down gently. Stepping back, to looked around, they were away from the rest of the group, and in there solitude, he took the time to admire the mystery and prowess of her arcane art, what they call science...<br/><br/>"If, dear Tech-Priestess, you wish I leave your company, all you need do is ask..." Slowly turning to regard her, his lean face almost gaunt in it's own right, despite his personal upkeep. The sharpened metal caps on his fingers clicking together as he contemplated... "All I ask, is your name, my dear..." Suddenly giving to a deep, respectful bow. Almost mockingly humble in it's appearance...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>