[ Jon blinks at him, again, and then gives a shocked and bitter little laugh. ]

Christ, you remind me of myself. Before I'd nearly been murdered about thirteen separate ways.

[ He flexes that burn-scarred hand at his side. ]

Truly supernatural occurrences are rare, yes, but they are almost uniformly horrible. This— [ and he gestures to the pigs, still wary, ] —strikes me as the sort of thing that could... escalate. The things I study tend to have body counts.