Garrot scoffs, he even rolls his eyes. She doesn't know, as if he could just overwrite his form far more cleanly than she could. As if he didn't have weirdly multicolor blood.

"Fine." He takes a moment to shake his head in disapproval. "You've been fighting him for forty years. What're his weak points?" He raises an eyebrow, ready to scrutinize her response. "If I have to fight him, what should I do?"