"Ah, yes. That would be a much better reason." Eddie lowers his voice, leans forward with his palms pressed against the edge of the table, and smirks. "Make a note on your list, then, I've had extensive dealings with both the gathering of information and what my planet considers state-of-the-art security - entirely non-magical, but that's a handicap I'm addressing. 'Defending the fort with odds-and-ends' isn't the extent of my abilities." He isn't going to explicitly state "I want out and I want to do everything I can to get out," but he wants this to be clear.