Mavolus glared. The words he heard were troubling, and as much as he doubted he'd go into such a rage, he couldn't merely dismiss the words of the divine. He was generally calm and collected. No, there was that time before he became a star gazer. Before all this. But that was behind him and he refused to dwell upon it. Remembering he had a mochi in his mouth, he gulped it down, them being proportioned for mouths smaller than his own. He turned his head and snatched up another using his serpentine tongue. They weren't bad.