Stones.

Neptune's ears perked up at the idea, his tail twisting it's head this way and that before settling on being cocked. It was hallowed season, sure. Discrimination ran rampant for the mutated nightmares and daydreams. Neptune could quite frankly care less about people other than himself. He didn't mind them existing, he didn't think that they were bad, it was purely indifference. They should solve their own issues. Not his problem.

"Sure, I'll imbue." Why not? What could go wrong? Imbuing with someone who seemed to admire him? Sure, he'd give his magic. It wasn't like anything could go wrong.