The women, at first offended, then astounded by his prediction, have remained silent; even Vorela, who normally has a snarky comment or two, has decided to let the boys have their fun.<br/><br/>"Interesting, and quite accurate. Wouldn't expect less from you, however. If half the stories are true, and I suspect most are, then you are a god of knowledge. It is simply expected you would know this. Well, mostly right. I did feed off sentients when I was younger. Partially by accident. Didn't understand urges, didn't kill, though. Never killed. That way. Once had someone offer themselves. Rather attractive. Spent three years together. Fed often, at her request." He sighs, somewhat happily, then shakes his head. "Presumption almost entirely otherwise correct, however. Prefer to be called Doctor Mordin, now. Still, need to perfect recipe. Feeds the body, but does not slake thirst. Very peculiar. Like eating, gaining nourishment, but still feeling hunger. Trying to improve formula, construct other valuable concoctions. Almost perfected sunlight deflector, having issue with seeing after it's applied, however. Reflects all light, making it impossible to see. Need additional source of sight, working on potion for that. Also, for not being invisible."