For a being of unimaginable power, he seems to be taking all of this extremely well. He takes a few moments before downing the last of his scotch, setting the now empty glass with a light thunk onto the endtable. He snaps, and Nancy is given a perch - a rather simple perch made of dull brass and old wood, but a comfortable perch nonetheless. Then he sits up, formally, placing his hands on each armrest.

"You would dismiss everything I say in my defense, before I even say it... yet you would take that petulant shrew PSYCHE at her word?"