[I swear, I'd love to take a peek inside that head of yours—but I'll restrain myself. I stopped doing that anyway… made things too boring.]
Ranus' retort aside, he had just casually admitted that he could read Arthur's mind if he wanted to—but chose not to, simply because it would make things boring.
It was the same with most of these super old, super powerful beings, especially the ones who had been everywhere and seen everything. They craved entertainment, the unknown—things that could still surprise them.
It was for such a reason that Ranus was even having this conversation with Arthur.
[And I thought Lucifer was bad… then along came you.]
Sighing for what felt like the hundredth time today, Ranus looked utterly drained as he asked.
[Can we get back to the reason I called you here?]
Arthur blinked, suddenly remembering that Ranus had brought him here for an entirely different reason.
"Oh, right. You said something about hush money?"
