"That depends, is history interesting to you?" he asks. He holds out a finger and skims it down one of the piles to land on a book binding, tapping it in indication.

"But it's mostly just exaggerated myth. Stories of champions and all the victories of Thorne. Some arcana if you're into that drivel." His Devil arcana isn't too-hidden in the folds of his clothing. He's given up hiding it, not that he ever really did. People will either assume they know him and what he is, or they'll be oblivious and think it's all just a name and poor parenting.

There's no point in being anything more than himself, arcana be damned.

He doesn't think he knows her, which isn't a surprise necessarily. He's still meeting the Summoned of Thorne--whether he likes to or not. But maybe he should be paying more attention to the goings-on.

"In all this there must be a gem or two to make this all worth it."