Empty words followed by mild flattery. Well, it's to be expected, really, and he doesn't outwardly show any sign of disappointment. Yeah, all right, make your excuses about how you have to do some all-important nothings. It's fine. Who knows, maybe something will even come of it.

"You're better in touch with a lot of people here than I am, I think," he admits. "I keep busy, but mostly work on my own projects. Have you heard anything recently about anything anyone else is working on? Any efforts to deal with the problem at large?" Since making friends with spirits is fine and all until they all get eaten anyway.