Alastor went quiet, moving his elbows to the armrests as he steepled his fingers. He kept smiling the whole time, but his body language broadcast that he was taking the question very seriously. He held perfectly still like a deer as his ambient static buzzed louder, periodic snippets of music and other thoughts flickering through like someone rapidly scanning between radio stations.

"I've never heard of such a thing, not even in Hell," Alastor admitted after several minutes of thoughtful silence. "I could claim that such a thing doesn't happen here, but someone infected, as you put it, would say that. And if they truly are as quiet a threat as you seem to imply, proving to you that I'm not infected doesn't prove that it doesn't exist at all. All it proves is that if there is such a thing, I'm merely unaware of it."

He unsteepled his fingers to prop his cheek up on his fist.

"Quite a conundrum you've brought me!"