"I'd like that." It's said honestly. He doesn't need it, not like humans do. But it is... uncomfortable. And he likes it. And it satisfies him in a way that statements and magic just can't.

He tilts his head a little, curious as the man talks. He can feel a tiny hint of the power that he should have. It's barely noticeable, but it's there for a second before the bonds siphon it away again.

"They're right. It is bad luck to kill one of Beholding's protected." Scholars and storytellers. They were all under his god's protection. Or they had been. "They sent you here because they thought I'd kill you, didn't they?"