Rhys frowns, his whole demeanour shifting into something that borders on intimidating. "It's. A. Story. One that has no place here and doesn't need to be elaborated on further."

He knows as well as Rory that it's not, but pulling the spectre of the Clutching Grove into somewhere that seems to be untouched by it seems like a deeply bad idea to him. He shakes his head, the smile returning. "Let's talk of better things. What's magic in this world of yours like, then?"