The strange look on his face doesn't settle when Wrathion starts to explain. If there's some way to tell if someone is possessed he doesn't know it. He looks behind him, unsure if he should get a second opinion or roll with it. The idea that it might just be something he decided to do on his own seems more farfetched. Somehow he missed this side of him when they were roommates.

"No, I'm alright." Slowly, he gets closer and watches, like he's fascinated by the concept. "Is that a hobby of yours?"