It was an odd setting, but nothing ventured, nothing gained. He removed his sword from his belt and laid it across the table, hilt pointing out, and then hopped up beside it.

"I don't know a lot about Persona," he admitted. "The only people that did are all dead."

Minato was taking a definite chance trusting Stein. But, aside from how important helping his cousin was, this truthfully wasn't the most dangerous position he'd put himself in. He trusted his own ability to get himself out of any possible danger, and failing that, he trusted his friends. So he was less uneasy than most people might've been at sitting on an operating table in front of a man with a bolt through his head.