"What inkling of knowledge about me leads you to believe I am in any form a man of God?"
"Some wear is as a sign of death and power as well, Mademoiselle.”
"Would one know light, Monsieur, if he had waited all his life in darkness?"
He thought on this awhile.
"Why trouble me with such useless thoughts? Of what difference could my answer be if such things could never be so, regardless?"
"I am not your puppet, your angel, nor your anything else.”
"And it should do you well before I give reason to become your nightmare instead.”