[ ... All right, yes, this is a professional situation, but Midnight can't help the way he shifts in his seat or the small, bemused smile floating onto his expression. That combination of symptoms does not sound particularly medical. 20 years of professionally giving others reason to feel flushed and flustered, and now the shoe is on the other foot. Huh. ]

I... see. I'm not opposed to trying what you and... Miss Sylvian have to offer. I don't know how I can repay you for any of this, but I'm grateful for anything you can do to help. It's not small to me, I promise. I don't have much else I can do for myself.

[ ... There doesn't appear to be anyone else in the room. When Daan talks about an "otherworldly" magic, is he talking about Miss Sylvian? ]