Klement inclines his head. "Yes. It was a very confusing time," he admits with a chuckle. "My father dropped the information on me like it was normal. I did not have time to fully process what he had said until weeks after I had done several trial runs."

He still remembers it well: the floundering between the mundane and the phenomenal; the slightest bit of instruction on the abilities he gained, brief and brisk and nearly non-existent until he's had a chance to fail at it; handling difficult tasks he had very little time to prepare for.

"I was still under some form of supervision at least, but dear lord," he adds with a light gesture, dismissing the thoughts just as quickly as they first appeared.

But he studies the Medium, noticing the way he takes compliments. At a glance, Lucas is a man who's just getting by – easy to amuse and amaze perhaps, but doesn't try to take credit or let him ego become inflated. To fully understand how Lucas operates, he'll need to see how he actually does out in the field.

And such an opportunity crosses his path when he willingly offers his help.

"Joining forces, you mean?" The smile comes through again, its meaning unknown at first. Then, it softens. "...I see what you mean. I do not see why not."