Adephagia sneered.
"And I can tell you're a peasant confusing himself with a king."
Pride sighed as he relaxed, sinking his armored back into the purple felted throne. Then he tilted his head toward Vale.
"My friend, do you see how obstinate that rabble is?"
Adephagia, obviously reeling from Pride's power, resisted fervently as she looked at Vale.
"Lust, was it? Are you his minion or something? How dull…"
Vale looked to his right, then his gaze drifted to Adephagia.
For all intents and purposes, he should stay silent.
What use was defending his pride? He was Lust, and holding onto such a thing was inherently hypocritical. Yet…
"I am no one's minion. And, Adephagia, was it? You do realize you've simply joined the farce after critiquing it. I thought you were shaping up to be something special with your confident introduction. How dull…"
