He's still staring a little agog at Jedao. Somehow he thought the guy was more sensible than that.

Then he remembers the guy is technically nineteen so how dare he assume as much, really.

"I mean... you gotta give him permission to use his eldritch voodoo on you at all," he says, uneasily, "So... I dunno how you having psychic antivirus might work with that?"