'Gods if I love humans.' Finjorn slithered through the skies, his form shrunk into the form of a common bird. 'So rich of resources and so poor of intellect. They make the perfect target for a rip-off deal.
Lith stared at her in silence for a while, crushing the glass shards into a fine powder that the pressure of his hand kept melting and fusing back together.
'I would love to see their faces when I tell them that Baba Yaga and Lochra Silverwing are coming as well as Solus' guests, but that would arouse too many questions.' Lith inwardly smiled.
From their appearances, it seems they are well aware of the consequences of being invited by Monette. They might even have been influenced by Monette's devious personality and secretly are faithful to Amon. Unfortunately, they remain oblivious to the fact that Salle de Bal Unique is no longer the same as they remembered. Lumian sneered inwardly and decided to seek out someone most resembling Amon later, intent on shattering their monocle with a punch.
i think he is still not adept with his new condition, and it spontaneus want to reply with flatter,, but as soon as his brain decide to talk flattery word,, what come out is an honest anwers,, sure it needs time to adapt with new flaw