Rosh could kind of guess what kind of bomb Ronstadt wanted to drop. Not that she could blame him--she'd cussed up a blue streak when she'd realized just what she was dealing with, after all.

"Aye, an' I appreciate it. Ye never know what ye might learn with yer House that I might not learn in mine, aye?"

Not that Rosh was entirely certain that mathematics might do any good against an ancient demon, but she did know that doing nothing would likely leave her down in a hole.