By the time Dorian turns around to ask, John's already got his own smoke between his teeth and his engraved lighter in hand to help himself. He replies with a silent, teasing look at Gray before leaning in to examine Bleak's handiwork. The kid was mostly a basket of trouble filled with headaches, but he could be amusing. If the tickling in John's frontal lobe as he bends over to squint at the insignia is any sign, there is a potent spell at work here, but...

"The kid's handwriting is atrocious." concludes John. "Muddles up the whole enchantment. Pretty sure this'll amortize or magnetize the intended victim, with what a mess the runes are."

He looks back at his mate quizically, "Wot's it you need me to do?"