Focus? Unheard of! There's a reason he is often the last to arrive at a meeting, having been distracted by yet another request for his assistance.

"I'm certain you will." And he leaves the discussion of dragons at that; why spoil the joy of cultural exchange for Dionysos?

Rhea'li points up into the distance, where he knows the Omicron remnants exist. "Midgardsormr was followed, however. The race that waged war upon the dragons were also recreated here, for they, too, eventually fell to despair."

He glances over at Dionysos, a small smile curling his lip. "If you were to rate your expertise and understanding of machines out of ten, where would you place yourself?"

Personally he considers himself a bit of dud in that regard.