"He was...almost too kind. Kinder than I deserve, and sometimes kindness unmoors me. I have to admit that I was a bit embarrassed but I suppose the experience was not necessarily bad." he wasn't sure why he was being honest about this, but from years of experience, dishonestly was the first thing to incur Dage's wrath.

He really wanted to do better this time.

There had to have been a reason that he was alive again, memories intact so that he knew the consequences of what he did. Perhaps the gods were giving him another chance. He really didn't wish to fuck up again.

With a gesture, he led them to his rooms. They were furnished sparsely. A long maid uniform hung on the wall and the bedding was ugly blocky IKEA furniture. There was a small table with a vase of fresh-cut peonies on it.

He took off his hat and hung it next to the robes.

"I...I'm not certain. This is all so different. I worry that any of my actions will incur your judgment. I'm not certain that to would be undeserved either." He finally answered.

After a moment he added. "I should probably run you a bath. You must be uncomfortable."