He can't help being a little sad he didn't get police along with Hank. Sad is an oddly heavy, stiff sort of feeling, like his thirium got somehow denser in his body. But it's only for a moment. They still live in the same place, Connor is in no danger of deactivation now even though he's not got a mission of any kind, and it's already clear Hank isn't going to discard him now that they're not beholden to one another. That thought of the alternative is actually a sad one, and he decides not to have it anymore.

As if it's that simple. His LED goes yellow, just for a moment.

"I'll keep you posted," he says, and this time pockets the paper without any more complaint. Besides, magic? Ritual? This sounds impossible, but the mere fact that it's here and Hank has made no comment about it, along with some of the other things he's already seen, take it from impossible to downright probable.

"In Detroit I did." His voice is thoughtful. "I've been to the TV tower but I've never watched TV. I noticed you watch basketball - I thought maybe I could start there. I was going to ask you if I could walk Sumo sometimes.

"But now I have a job at a firm that says it deals in magic. We could spend a year exploring just this city and not understand half of it. So honestly, right now I want to get started."

It sounds like he's turning Hank down, but, "I want to start with what you think is most interesting about it."

... But actually, he's just turning the question back round on Hank.