[ What he knows of Vander could fill a sentence; for such a powerful-looking man, being reduced to the role of a damsel is undeniably interesting. What he knows of Vander, but has yet to realize is about Vander is much more than that. After all, Set fraternizes with Silco from time to time, though the nature of their could truly be anything — a range, from cigar band collections to the fate of worlds. What he knows, is that Vander is well-loved by some, regardless of faction.

He is an older human, Set thinks. The graying in his beard and hair indicative of his age. He has always been poor at discerning human developmental stages, as an entity that sprang into life as a storm, an animal and a man all at once. Grown, but not ascended. ]

Mm, I doubt that. There are some of us who would be better to cut loose, should they get into trouble.

[ Like him, honestly.

He does reach for Vander's hand, closing his own around the side of it in order to elevate the man's palm. The platter of food goes into it. It's a little bit like feeding a stray dog, to him — mortals need so much food, and every day! It's incessant, how do they find time to do anything else? ]

Was it because of your work with Manon, that you were targeted? [ wow set you're not even gonna let him eat ]