"Well, I suppose I would have an opinion on that had I considered it when I started," he drawled, placing a fingertip underneath one gilded flower and turning it up to face him. "Frankly, I don't believe I care. Does it concern you for any particular reason?"

He was curious as to whether or not Raguel was sensing how the gold affected humans, but he would not say it. The effort was not something he had come prepared for, and that dictated his actions for the time being.