[ Zaveid seems to be thinking on that, just playing with the fork in his mouth for a bit. ]

Complicated. Why talk when I can put something in my mouth instead? [ He follows that up with a forkful of mixed potatoes and stuffing. ]

Never been the prime lord before. Never broken myself out of a pact before. [ He shrugs, arms wide as he shakes his head. ]

Not that its the new stuff bugging me. [ It's something unsaid about that phrasing. Broken himself out of a pact- ]