[There's that brief smile again.]

Or so you assume.

[The things that happened in the basement of that castle rarely had to do with physical bodies at all.]

I asked permission first. Going about stabbing people without warning wouldn't maintain a proper relationship. And well. The dead don't bleed.

[He picks up the second drink again, the one NOT smoldering wreckage, and debates actually drinking it.]

You might want to wonder why these higher gods wish you to think you're dead. Perhaps it's just a method to control your kind..