Oh, I'd always make it a proper fight. Just try not to be too put out that some of my bells and whistles are gone. I used a lot up on that, you know. On you. Poured everything I had into it. Literally.

[ he lets out a rough laugh at the memory now, at the way anderson is mad at him, and he presses forward, lids lowered and pupils blown. ]

But you had help after that, as I remember, and ruined everything. Fight me at your human best, father, and I'll show you what a good monster I can still be.

[ his teeth are so sharp. he knows the priest isn't afraid of him. still, he leans in, dangerously close, practically pressing their foreheads together, before he settles back. ]

It'll just be more fun without the seals. Maybe I should start collecting the souls of our captors too, give you something to slice through when we fight. Two birds with one stone, don't you think? Less of them, more of me.

[ he finally settles down a bit after that though, manic smile fading as he settles back and waves a hand slightly. ]

Nonsense. They don't love me like that. They don't need me like that. She's all I have. If they like me that much, they need better taste.

[ but people do like him, here. and it's weird. he doesn't know what to do with it. ]