Duncan the last thing Ezra wants to do is fuck around with the Tree. It's creepy as fuck, man.

"How much...? Whoa, whoa. You're not thinking-"

He pressed his lips together. Well, Duncan was the Vahishta. There were probably a lot of things he could get away with that Ezra couldn't. Not that Ezra wanted to go poking at the Tree.

"A lot, probably," he said finally, taking a brief glance around, shifting slightly but remaining with his arms crossed in front of him, though it looked more uncomfortable than casual now.