Martin's not totally sure what John was hoping to accomplish with that—perhaps trying to steal him away to investigate whatever cursed items Eliot no doubt has, but he doesn't think that's likely to lose them Sweeney's interest, and he's right. Sweeney responds before he can, leaving Martin to frown up at him a bit primly. He's not thrilled to be caught up in conversation with him, but it's happening; he's glad John's with him now, but Eliot's flat is too small to make much of an escape in any direction.

So, conversation it is. "Is that really how it works," he says, a bit dubious. With John's capacity for communication so limited on their first meeting, all he really knows is that Sweeney is, despite his incredulity at the time, an honest-to-Christ leprechaun. As for the rest of it, well, he's learned not to expect living myths to match their stories.