“If you can imagine Ares as an opera singer, then why not me as a bookstore proprietor?”
“Nice. You said proprietor. Not owner. Here I thought you were the ultimate gate-keeper.”
“I don’t own knowledge, my dear. Just some means of communicating it. By the way, how goes your studies?”
“No. You’re not going to dance my attention to the side again. I see you, Old Man. What the fuck are you up to?”
“Wrong question. Why are you still here now that you’ve made me?”
“… I want to know… shit.”
“Are you really going to try to weasel-word your way past me?”
“… I want to know more.”
“You will.”