His eyes narrow. A pulse of fury rouses deep in his chest; he keeps it down, but it will not be quelled entirely.

'You have no care for my better nature. You have done all you can to ruin it, under the guise of trying to help. You have tried to destroy it. You have tried to steer me towards renouncing God, to debase myself, to allow myself to join forces with you, a creature of darkness. So, monsieur, you may keep your comments on my nature. You have no care for it.'