Oh, Christ. You really are Chas. Bloody corny lines and all.

[ Which is to say he appreciates it - even missed it. His eyebrows raise, but he keeps decently straight face for a moment. Then, the cracks show. The smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. ]

Haven't managed to get down inside the tunnel just yet. It's a fair drop down below. We'd need a ladder or rope to get on down, and, well, true to my profession? Other shite keeps popping up.

Can't say I have. Swirls can be used to focus energy to a point or make it twist out of control. I've taken to calling it Spooky Scribbles.