Asar-Suti makes a face, wrinkling his nose and narrowing his eyes - but grinning as well, to show he's not really angry at all.

"Of course they worshipped me! They served me, abjectly, did my bidding, and drank my 'blood', as they called the essence that contained and conferred my magic. I had some very nice and dedicated worshippers, thank you!"

Asar-Suti laughs, and notes, with something of astonishment, that the thought doesn't make him melancholy at all.

"Christmas is much nicer, though. We were a bit austere - purple flames, and an underground hall of black glass columns, and everything very numinous."