[Suzerain of Sheol]

Kasdeja stares at Lev through his tirade, unblinking, apparently unbreathing, simply fixated. Whether he is listening to anything the mercenary says is somewhat doubtful.

Several moments after the impassioned speech, he quirks a delicate eyebrow very slightly. Then, with a gesture too fast to follow, he rolls the lumpy, drying heart of the priest along the floor toward Lev.

"There, beast," he says in the tone of a distracted toddler. "Have your treat and go lay down."

Seemingly bored with the exchange, he bows his head, eyes closing, and appears to meditate, though whether he is capable of anything to austere is questionable.