The fact that cold iron was becoming... unpleasant to touch was interesting to him, but anyone that had seen a shipping container for a ten thousand curie cobalt sixty source was used to that feeling. A minimum of twenty centimeters of steel surrounding it, likely a LOT more, and the entire package weighed at very least twenty tons. And yet that source had the power to kill you with a mere second of exposure to it without all that shielding.<br/><br/>Caiaphas had been trying to make sense of the mess before him, attacking it with logic and determination to not fail or quit, which he privately admitted was likely why he was failing, and therefore failed to note the approaching until he was on top of him. He turned toward him, confusion painting his features before his hand snapped up, and caught the arm, stopping the glove scant inches from his face. "Challenge accepted. We petition the Queen for rules and weapons, if I recall correctly, no?"<br/><br/>He let the Fae lead the way to the Queen, but he managed to catch Blossom's eyes, and quirked an eyebrow before tilting his head slightly at the fool.