[ Are you sure it doesn't count? It looks a little like it's counting. ]

That is true. And since I'm paying you by the hour I believe, perhaps you can let me have a few -- [ A small chuckle. Leaning forward, Clyteus scoffs and cocks his head at the Siren. ]

Let's get right to it, because I am a cheap creature; are you really that content with your miserable, soul-devouring life? You couldn't give me a fucking half hour or your time - which costs us next to nothing - to actually talk to someone on my level?