He nods. Though Madam Bar swapped his robes for this costume, she left his now-ever-present portfolio inside a pocket of the suitcoat; he sets the flute aside so he can pull it out and make a few notes.

"That does seem more likely," he says. "I still cannot help thinking of thanergy as something to draw out rather than something to transform; I'm sure that is why I have kept getting stuck. But yes, having a spiritual tool that also works as a thanergy reservoir -- " He beams. "That opens up all kinds of possibilities!"