"It's not voodoo. I don't do voodoo. That's a very specific traditional magic that I've never encountered in person." He's stalling now that he's reluctantly coming to the realisation that he sort of owes them both an explanation for his panicking. With a sigh, he sits on an armrest in a rather ungentlemanly move despite his posture. "Dreamwalking... If you dreamwalk and... and you don't know what you're doing, and you're tired... it can be dangerous. You can meet... entities. Beings. The ward... The ward keeps them out, keeps me- you grounded. It's better not to risk it at all. Not while you're sleeping. That's what the tea is for. No dreams, no dreamwalking. Double lock. Extra protection. Less risk."