Aurin is on the communication crystal with Mial, mid-whine about his most recent breakup (he liked this one!), gradually becoming less deaf to attempts to change the subject, when the crystal abruptly goes dead.
"Not especially. Most of them are content to entertain themselves with mindless slaughter. I'm just very difficult to please."
"Nah. Slaughter is boring. Anyone who's interesting to kill is bound to be much more interesting under some other condition."
"Look, if you don't prayerfully solicit nonlethal donations from your friends and neighbors, what do you do, is what I'm after here."
"I don't know! I am unaccustomed to this sort of thing! It usually doesn't even come up in conversation that I can breathe fire even though I can and it's very cool!"
"I don't actually care very much if you set me on fire," Sherlock says helpfully. "Not enough to start lying about my dietary habits over it, certainly."
"You have the capacity, though. And I probably have the capacity to eat you if I'm very clever about it, but I don't care to try. So it seems like we are not going to kill each other. How friendly of us."
"I have in fact been called friendly but usually I have earned this by clearing a higher bar than 'not on the very antisocial end of pyromania for my color group'."
"Deciding not to murder someone when I probably could makes me pretty damn friendly for a local vampire."
"I feel like I should be arranging to export missionaries, except I think it turned out to take a disease or something to make the getting of religion properly unanimous, so maybe that wouldn't help."