[Suzerain of Sheol]

Heinrich betrays not even the slightest breath or twitch of muscle as the simple-sounding youth addresses him. He knows with utter certainty that, despite whatever magics the man-child commands, he could crush his skull in the span of a heartbeat, shatter his chest and tear out that very heart before a single neuron could fire, or hurl him through one of the nearby marble pillars, he supposed, if he was feeling dramatic.

With every syllable measured, "Is this not a place of prayer? I'd thought to find the company of Christ, not some heathen sorcerer."