[ There's something about the way he glances at the mark that makes Larus even more wary than before, but his words smooth that away when their eyes meet. He's pretty, though that could be said of almost all of their kind. Still, he doesn't need that sort of distraction. It's better to be straightforward rather than guess, so that's what he's going to do—and with a straight face. ]

It's not the same kind of hell. I'll do what I have to so that I'm free of it. [ He means the city and the mark. ] Is there something you might want from me, Armand?