Quite the compliment, those words, and Albedo only smiled further, something quiet and nearly pleased. In truth, it didn't matter what this man thought of him, or what things he asked-- Albedo's mind had only shifted to prioritize on his sibling, who he had sensed once more in the basement before coming here. And now. This. All too aligned really.

And the subject at hand. Straightforward as could be, something that could be appreciated, except for one certain little fact. Nothing else mattered really. He'd torment whoever if there was something amusing to be had. The boy's head tilted as if in humor--it was instead, a careful movement, a necessary act. It was too bad, really. He'd almost enjoy this, but for that one aspect. "Something I would be capable of? Why, I'm scandalized you would even think that--"

He shrugged loosely, amusement wiping from his expression as his bright eyes stared. "Think that it's beyond me, that is. For me personally, or elsewise? You said 'targeted'-- That usually denotes a group. I'm not one to play well with others." A magician of words, yes, but he'd grown past his weapon days of working with others. Still, there was--

The boy crossed an ankle over a knee, waving a hand as he continued his little monologue. "Regardless, you have to know that I don't care what happens to those people, but there's a little problem with this scenario you're presenting. My brother." Because Landel must know. Who exactly was affected. "If your little virus is actual, my brother is one of those you wish me to eradicate."

It went unsaid. There was an absolute denial of that aspect.