"Wow. Just wow. You have quite an interesting life. Why die when you have not even gotten lucky."
Lazarak asked with a small smile, swinging his tiny legs as he cradled his teacup with both hands.
Damon shrugged and took another sip of tea. He had already told Lazarak about his past escapades and the trouble they caused him. His expression remained calm, almost bored.
"That elf king Kadelas sounds like a real sourpuss."
"Oh he is," Damon replied without hesitation.
Still, what Kadelas Moonveil thought of him meant nothing. Damon leaned back slightly, relaxed.
"I am a man with nothing to my name and nothing to lose. He is a king with everything to lose."
Lazarak frowned and set down his cup.
"I am not sure if that is optimism or nihilism."
Damon tapped the rim of his cup and looked at the toddler god.
"It is both actually."
Lazarak sighed, realizing how much time they had wasted on Damon's chaotic love life.
