"Magic always has a price," he says as he sets down a pair of mugs. "I have a patron goddess and I don't believe that she isn't here."

The connection feels different and he--he is aware of the other entity asking to be fed. But he doesn't really need to try that hard. His entity, he thinks, is fed all the time, one way or another. He doesn't bring that up, though.

"I've been trying to limit my use, but it's a major tool in my box. I'm a cleric. Clerics use magic." Caduceus shrugs and begins looking through his loose-leaf bags. He frowns thoughtfully. "Supply I arrived with is running low... I'll have to see if there's anything good growing in the graveyard."

And, if there isn't, maybe he can start some things going.