Erskine had to cover his sudden surprise by kneeling down to pick up the fallen papers, letting the mishap go without comment. Of course, he realised a little too late, it wasn't going to do much good. Corrival knew him too well, and Wreath... could apparently see his soul. Right.

That was going to take some getting used to. Assuming Erskine ever did get used to it.

"Okay," he decided, stacking the papers together and dumping them back onto the desk. "The first thing we need to do is find a way to turn that off. It's unnerving. Seeing my innermost thoughts and feelings, I can understand. But knowing where I was last night? I wasn't even thinking about where I was last night."

Erskine's immediate reaction, upon discovering what Wreath could suddenly do, was something along the lines of at least it's not mind-reading. He sent his silent apologies up to Hopeless, but seriously, training yourself not to think about what you wanted to keep hidden was difficult. Now, Erskine was pretty sure he preferred mind-reading. At least when Hopeless was just scanning surface thoughts, it was possible to hide things.

"Either that," he added on second thought, "or we come up with what we're allowed to do right now so I can't get called out on it later. I'm allowed to go out drinking, aren't I?" He glanced over at Corrival, almost imploring. "If Archangels are allowed to paint the town red..."