"I'm usually only so poetic when I'm in my official duties, but if you would like such a thing, I'm sure it can be arranged," it likely sounds overly formal to Arkady, but really, it's Ereuvir telling a joke, and one that he's pleasantly amused by. "I like seeing the honesty in people's souls," he says, which seems curiously... sweet, in a way, perhaps, until he continues, "My domain takes care of the suffering part mostly without me and, even when I do get involved in the soul-tearing business, it's to inspire the cruel of the world to face the truth of themselves, to be forced to share in that truth with another who can bear witness to whatever the depravity is within them. You will not be allowed to keep illusions about yourself," his lips curl, "whether you think you have any or not."

He takes another sip of his wine, almost idly, though truthfully, he loves things like this, this moment, getting to spin things out for someone and see their reaction, what makes them tick.

"As you may have guessed, I am familiar with your brother already. I will take you to him, if you chose to come. He is... interesting, a creature prone to excess and wanton decadence," his opinions of this are varied, but none of them show in his tone, which is neutral, "I find myself curious what you are a creature of."