"I see." Kratos would have assumed Castiel to be somewhat up to date with modern conventions of Earth - he had managed to keep up with the times despite being on a floating comet the majority of the time - but it looked like that wasn't the case.

"My plan tonight was to go out and hopefully locate any information related to the origins of the infection--notes, or a memo...anything that could tell us more beyond the fact that it is able to drastically change a person's physiology. I would hardly call myself a medical expert either, but there are those who can, and if they had more detailed information in hand, it would probably reduce the time needed to suss out the cure." Right now, that list, as far as he knew, consisted of Lingormr, which wasn't promising at all. In times of crisis, though, it wasn't helpful to be picky about one's allies.

He frowned. "If you're not feeling up to it, though, perhaps you should stay in."