Joscelin frowned, toying with his cup of water- he hadn't touched the wine at all. It was hard to shift his opinion so quickly, even if Elua was his god- and he knew how kind Elua was reputed to be. The stories had never claimed he was omniscient... how would he know what they thought or felt? "I see," he said respectfully. He was still unconvinced that they were not Misguided.

Thinking of that only made him think of Phedre and Kushiel's Dart- and thinking of Phedre reminded him of Alcuin and Delaunay and how they had died for Melisande Shahrizai, a true scion of Kushiel, and her plots. No, he could not think of all of them as loving. He pressed his lips together tightly, not wishing to speak of that- Elua wouldn't want to know.