I can assure you, the troubles of the world are a collaborative effort.

[ One could wager that those same texts proclaim the evils of darkness without barring the details of what good it does. As so many do.

His posture relaxes, and he looks on with a sort of quiet consideration.]

What I mean is why are you here, Sebastian? Here in this place, sitting where you sit, gracing me with this gift of wine. By your account, it means you want something from me. Or is one of those very 'whims' you speak of?