[Aggressively enthusiastic, indeed. For as blunt as he'd been a moment ago, he averts his eyes in the same way he does when one brings up the fact he doesn't seem to sleep ever, that distinct mannerism of avoidance with just a touch of shame.]

Abjuration, yes. [He's privately pleased Qubit recognized the sigil, and worried all the same for the day Qubit can immediately determine what kind of glyphs he's making at a glance.] I'm devising a way to protect this area, should there be a sudden infestation of destructive energies or magic.

[He obviously doesn't want to discuss it though, as he rounds back to Qubit's initial statement, his eyes on the technomancer's restless behavior.]

But surely you didn't come here just to see what I was doing in the dead of the night. You ought be asleep.