"If the guy's as much of a schmuck as it sounds like he is?" Dylan's likely to agree. He glances back at the house, either way. "So, how do we find it to get it back here?"

He's still sure he's good enough bait, but they still need to get it to notice him, to follow him into the house. While he knows there are people in the Eye with far more secrets than him, however, he doesn't want to think it might be headed in their direction, drawn in it. He wants to think this is something where he can stand somewhere, scream look at me, for lack of better wording, and catch and keep the thing's attention.