[You insufferable bastard. Do you ever run out?]
Simon leaned back in his chair, hiding a smile behind his cup.
[One of my masters was like this,] Lilith continued. [He couldn't leave anything alone. One unfamiliar inscription could turn a short visit into several days of questioning everyone who'd ever seen it.]
[I think I would have liked him.]
[Of course you would. You're greedy enough to want every scrap of knowledge too.]
[I wouldn't call this Greed. I've only just become a Daemon. There are things I should know, especially about someone who tried to kill me.]
[And the moment I tell you, there'll be something else you think you should know.]
Simon put the cup down.
[Would you rather I stayed clueless? The next time something connected to The One threatens my life, should I stop and ask then?]
[Don't twist my words. I didn't say that.]
[Then help me prepare.]
Lilith made an irritated sound.
[Fine. Ask. But these are the last questions. I'm tired, Blackmoon.]
