[There's something really, really familiar about that glare, and it's enough to make Jonathan look hurt even as he bristles.]

Okay, okay, so I wasn't really listening that hard when she explained it! We were investigating a castle that's only supposed to show up every hundred years, but there's a war going on that seems to have called it up ahead of schedule, and the master of the place isn't even really there, it's this... painter, who keeps feeding his power into the place through his work... I know it sounds really stupid, but I swear that's where I've been. And I'm worried my best friend is still there, okay?!