His eyes widen, and then narrow, and his lips draw into a thin line of 'shut the fuck up.' He knows he's flawed, but he doesn't need it to be pointed out, thanks.

"At least I believe in the causes that I fight for," he says under his breath. Calm. That blessing, he needs it, and it won't do if he retracts it.

"You have my thanks," he says between gritted teeth, snapping his fingers to change the body he has given Orpheus. Should we remind you of that?