[That comment cranks Jon's paranoia up a few extra notches. His lips press to a thin line as he stares even harder at the other man. What does he know? Should Jon cut his losses and just try to compel him for a Statement? No. He doesn't even know this man beyond the fact that he's a rich, mind-reading creep. Pegasus and Elias should get on like a house on fire.

Maybe they'll burn one another out, as well. Except that Elias has far more information about Jon than he wants this man getting hold of. The gears and anxiety whirl away in his head, and it takes him a second or two to realize that he's breathing faster. He takes a sip of tea and holds the cup up to try to cover that.]

The Beholding doesn't compel me to do anything. [No more than any addict with their vice of choice. There's just a more... metaphysical component to things. Probably. It's hard to pick apart at times.] I was in paranormal research long before I had any knowledge of its existence. I would likely have continued with that had it not been a part of things.

Does your eye compel you to do things, Mr. Crawford?