"People with excellent tastes will," he says, both brows arched. It's almost prim sounding, if his lips weren't quirked at the corners.

"No, I want to know. Feed me bullshit and I'd be shouting at you way more than I do." Generally speaking, he doesn't shout at Idia for more than going the hell to sleep or eating a meal, because he doesn't usually have reason to. Just imagine if he thought he did.

It'd be like having a second Sebek around, only he is the dragon. Or something.