The grotesque aspects of the scene don't disturb him like they probably should. It's eerie and beautiful but he'd appreciate it more if there weren't the imminent sense of danger and urgency to everything within Hell.

"I'll do the touching," he agrees, bolder and better prepared since they first teamed up together. He has his wand in one hand and his (autographed) hockey stick in the other. There's an ice pack around his neck and it looks like he's tried to disguise it with the cowl of his robes, but it's since come undone and never readjusted.

"Glacius!" he shouts, pointing his wand at the purple flowers. Just as a precaution.