Excellent.

[Connor starts heading toward the next slug, kneeling beside the vending machine as he balances the slug on his other hand. Making sure to keep it from falling as he tilts his hand.]

I can scan the area for slugs for as long as you’d like, but —

[Well, most people seem to say one thing and mean another. Is Castiel serious about this endeavor? Connor isn’t sure, but he still offers his slug-covered hand to Castiel.]

Would you like to hold it?