[ That just has another quiet snort of laughter escaping him before he sighs. It's the sound of someone so used to it that he doesn't even bother to get upset about it anymore. Or so he keeps trying to convince himself. ]

I don't think he cared. As long as he kept Flayn running away anytime she saw me, I'm pretty sure he was willing to deal with whatever divine punishment might be coming his way. Not that he'd have to expect any. It's just me, after all.