"Fascination with the banal has never been one of my vices," Caeriel says, sounding displeased and… snooty.
It takes a little longer than I'd like to admit for his insults to pierce through the haze of confusion over meeting a Grim Reaper (with a phone!) in an abandoned parking lot, but once it does, I frown in his direction. "Maybe ask for favors less creepily, then."
This man can probably kill me with a flick of his wrist, but somehow I can't help the snark coming out of me every time I talk.
I don't like him.
He doesn't seem like a good person.
And I really hope he isn't Lyre's friend, because we might have to have a small chat about who she keeps around her. I know she isn't super fond of Caine, but at least Caine wouldn't make me run to meet him and then make me leave…
Then again, he might do it to someone else.
Still, something in my gut insists Caeriel is bad news bears, and I have no interest in becoming friends with the man.
