You know there are days where it's very tempting to just say 'you know what demon, take it, the flesh prison is yours now' and then the demon is stuck dealing with everything because guess what, life is actually shit but well. He hasn't come to that. Yet. Who knows. No one's made him go down the Deep Roads because the Carta isn't the Merchant's Guild in that they don't have the same delusions of grandeur leading them that way.

"My father-in-law-to-be was in rude health." Yeah. That sounds good. Sounds pretty accurate for the man that tried to murder Yngvi with his fists when he started getting through the brandy and pocketing the silverware before bellowing obscenities as he loaded a crossbow, with his shirt opened and billowing. For some reason. "Picked up a few things at the request of my lady as well because unlike some I can be trusted to behave in Orlesian estates without a whole squad of people watching me." That's a lie but like he believes Korrin would be any better at a fancy party.

"Mauve is my colour. Brings out my cheekbones." That is not a lie. On either count.