Sarai just listened quietly for a moment, brows going up. It was like listening to Stefanivien at the Machinist's guild go on about his guns. A little over Sarai's head, but fascinating all the same.

She let him ramble on a little bit more before reaching up to pat his cheek. "Come back to us, Tony. I know the call of creation is tantalizing, but we do have more pressing matters at the moment, you know?"

Sarai can't blame him, however. She'd probably be as bad with a cord of wood and the freedom to do whatever she liked with it...