Belial leaned forward, interested. "Roman? Like the lettuce? Or is that Romano?" he asked, trying not to crack a grin. He leaned his elbow on the edge of the table and punctuated his question with a vague jab of his chopsticks.

"I've found it true that humans, in the courses of their lives, rarely decline to take an opportunity to overindulge in something. Even the most virtuous," he said, "can overindulge on their zealousness."

Belial grew quiet, and made no attempt to answer this Roman fellow's question on his origin. He could smell the lie on the man--but it was a small one, and perhaps Roman had his reasons. It was not for Belial to judge.