Alec, on the other hand, is much more restless. He's already made a circuit around the tiny room like he's securing the world's least impressive perimeter, trying to stop himself from catastrophizing about the situation by being productive.

But it's awfully difficult to be productive when trapped in a tiny room like this.

As soon as Sam finishes with the letter and speaks, Alec regards him like he's seeing him for the first time. He isn't, obviously, but he'd been a little busy freaking out internally there. "You think that's a good idea?" As a rule, Alec tries not to mess with any magic that isn't Nephilim magic. Better to hire someone who knows what they're doing, and not go smearing anybody's blood all over unfamiliar wards or spells, if he can help it. Especially if they're able to render all of Alec's Enochian runes totally useless: he's never encountered anything like it and it makes him a touch nervous. "Wait, do you know what kind of spell this is?" Since it wouldn't be his first time, he'd said.