The breathing was noted- Demiel remembered his first month turned- it had been hard sometimes to remember he didn't need to breathe. To shut off the habitual panic of waking without the draw of breath, or the rise and fall of his chest to hint at life. This didn't seem like that though. But... he didn't know Lucas well enough yet, so surely asking about that would just be rude.

Besides, they had the cards to focus on. Maybe after he'd inquire. But for now, he'd flip the first card that Lucas had tapped, humming softly in consideration.

"Temperance. If... this is as large an undertaking as your words hint at, it's not entirely surprising that this would come up for the nature of it," Demiel explained, some nervousness in him easing slightly. This was familiar enough territory for him after all. "You could think of it as akin to alchemy in characteristic... a work of balance. Trying to mix forces that don't tend to go together easily, stabilizing them with care and measure. Not a thing you can rush, lest the whole thing blow up in your face."

"Though-" He can't help a sheepish smile, and a tilt of his head. "Something tells me you already know that part."