If he caught the look, he ignored it and proceeded forward enjoying the feeling of doing something potentially useful again even if the stakes were much lower. The spell does the trick, and the little Golem can do little else than flail it's arms and legs. Atem almost feels bad for it, save for the fact that it's receiving a dose of it's own medicine. It shouldn't have been trying to scoop up others so carelessly no matter the reason.

Looking to the container and getting on sight what it was for, he gently slipped the Golem inside. "There's only one way to know."

"Ready to look for more?"