[Ah, there's that pride. Unfortunately, Caster's ego is large. A bitter smile curls his lips.]

Would you rather I spit my words while I kneel before you, Master? Or perhaps you'll wash my mouth out with soap to punish my attitude? I am no knight, bound by the constraints of chivalry, and I don't care enough to lie. I am a miserable parasite - an author! - and I will speak freely, for my honesty and loyalty are my two redeeming traits. Everything else about me is unadulterated garbage.