[He looks up from where he has his nose buried in a mess of exposed circuitry, brows raised in surprise when he sees the mask rather than a face of one of the dozens of other people who had made the lab their second home over the weekend.

A beat, and he stands up straight, dusting himself off with a more formal air to his posture.]

Not at all. We've met before, if I'm right. It's nice to have a proper introduction.

[He gives a little bow from where he stands.]

Guy Cecil. It's a pleasure.

What's on your mind?

Not really. We're here to win, aren't we?

[Not that it matters that the blood was from someone currently not in the competition. But the offering still got the god's attention.

Given that this room's already full of tools to care for swords, Guy will slowly pull out the Jewel and slowly work on cleaning it. He did what he could back at the offering room, but treating this particular blade properly is extremely precious to him. Even if it takes a million years to do so with one hand.]

I need a favor. You can accept or decline it, as you choose. But it's not something I trust my own patron with right now.

[He'll give a small nod, sitting opposite the god with little fanfare.]

I felt I owed you a proper apology. I can't take back what I said - honestly, I'm not going to. I meant it. But it doesn't change that I should have considered how I was saying things before I raised my voice at you. I lost my composure, and that wasn't something you deserved.

I'm sorry, Piety.

[He jumps immediately, nearly dropping the tool in his hand as he jerks his head back to look.

Oh. Okay, well. He shouldn't be surprised.

There's a shaky exhale as he tries to let his shoulders relax.]

Fortune, right?

[His smile comes just as easily as always, though it falls just as fast when he turns right back to his work.]

It's just a precaution, that's all. I apologize for my trespassing.

[Ah, the video game room! Guy likes this room!

He'll find a nice section of wall to lean against, tilting his head enough to take a look at where the picture now hangs.]

Did it for most of my life, actually.

You know the redheaded kid we've got running around? Short, kind of stocky, never really wears a shirt that covers his stomach? I used to be his servant.

I figured we should talk, considering what just happened.

[That's fine, he guesses. He's been in the same boat. Sometimes you just have to be fine even when everything is on fire.]

Has anyone else come to speak with you since the trial?

[Though he's got a nice, polite smile when he enters the room, it fades a bit as soon as Love jumps straight into the topic of the letter.

It's obvious it's not a comfortable line of discussion with a stranger. But he's giving it some effort, at least.]

She was one of the most important people I ever really had. She deserved to live a longer life than she was given.

Sorry if it's a little sentimental. I've been trying not to judge what I offer based off names alone, but... I felt it was the best I could give for right now. [He could have made it simpler, sure... but in the spirit of nearly all of his offerings so far, trying to grab the attention of the god was the more important goal.]

[Even after the complex mumbo jumbo it's easy enough to see it would have enough power to easily kill someone at close enough of a range. HOORAY.

He smiles, though it's kind of flat. Something else is clearly on his mind.]

Glad you're not shooing me out over it.

...

I need a favor. Gasoline. [Because someone has been READING and knows what fuel for combustible motors means as far as flammability.] I'd be willing to do a task for you in exchange.