Warsman feels his shoulders sink a little, relaxing as the tension leaves with Dillon's explanation. He was jumping to conclusions after all- but it's always safer in his experience to assume the worst and be overly-cautious than it is to hope that others will assume the best. Always.

"I see. Thank you." Even so, he finds himself absently scraping at his boot on the sidewalk, trying to get the worst of it off- though his attention is focused back on Dillon now, head on one side. "Making energy and creatures that eat people's souls... being out after dark like this must barely register as strange to you."

It's an off-hand comment rather than an accusation. Dillon's puzzled him since their first meeting, after all.