[Yes, a possible cousin, bleeding on his carpet and complimenting a work with possible necromantic concepts. Booth represses an internal shudder, but... well, magic. It's, at least, a subject he feels comfortable discussing. Even if effusive praise is alien-- Booth isn't sure how to respond.]

Er. [...It's a start.] The, er, precepts of this place are clearly alien entirely to my experience, that is, o-only runic magic seems to have any, er, effect. A blessing, I suppose, for- for safety's sake. [You can't bring people back from the dead with runes ...Booth is pretty sure you can't bring people back with runes.]

[He feels dirty, now.] Er, the- the towel. Here. [He hands it to Quentin.]