[The boy was clearly conflicted. Spouting venom and angst at him one moment, then looking like he'd swallowed something off the next. Humans. They boggled the mind.]

I should bloody well hope you're not a Satanist. I've no time for worshipers or asskissers. Dad wants the accolades, not I, thank you. As to the truth, I never lie. Point of Pride. Not that anyone ever believes that. Father of lies my finely toned ass.

[Someone sounded disgruntled, but he was also watching Ronan back away as if he was about to sprout another head. Not that he could blame him. He had flared the eyes. That did tend to make one's constitution waver.]

Mm. Maybe. Maybe not.