The giant of a man's eyes raised in, surprise. He'd heard of what the boy spoke of and smiled a knowing grin. Well, at least so he thought. Being an abomination, a son of science, cut him off from anything 'magical' and alchemy, to it's nature, was science to a T. He, however let loose a cheer, the muted thunder in his voice almost like the distant rumble of a god wanting the last word in. However- that was simply the nature of the auditorium.<br/><br/>"I look forward to working with you too!", of course, the man had no problem working with Arcanists- well, considering what he thought the man was from but a glance told him much. So, perhaps he'd speak with Mister Laslowe at a later time.