[ another Oscar Wilde fan? ] Unfortunately the truth is always is either fogged by the perception of the bearer, or something so damning that it threatens to break everything apart. Curious, that. You heard it straight from the god of lies.

[ there's only brief glance up at him, but there's some amusement in his tone. sometimes his dominions didn't correlate, both chaos and lies were different sides of the spectrum, and where the collided came the concept of story, some woven together myth, the prospects of reality. possibly expressed potential, perhaps. ]

We're running out of time for everything, not just pleasantries. And I was finding it interesting to watch my bread rise, regardless ... to what do I owe the honor?

[ it wasn't every day that he got a message from a Seelie, he thought there was some business involved, but it meant he needed to be a bit careful. it's too bad that with the coming apocalypse he felt all the looser of the tongue. ]