"Well, I got more than a single word answer out of you, and a complaint about your bed, so you're not a lost cause," Ap sighed, grateful to at least have that. "Seriously, I don't even understand why you're this upset. At this point, you're just a step away from becoming the recognized consort of Queen Chrysalis. You'll be King Anon at this rate, guaranteed a spot as a member of our divine pantheon upon your death, and honestly given anything you wanted so long as it can be obtained."