[Gepard points his fork in Sampo’s direction, a sharp little jab to emphasize his points. It’s spectacularly rude, absolutely abhorrent behavior from a man of supposedly refined breeding. A bit much even for a rough guardsman, really.]

[It’s true that he’s caused the guard no end of trouble in various ways, possibly more than Gepard is currently aware of— Sampo’s got a lot of aliases. There’s more than just Ringo and Figaro— there’s Dio and Bono, too, and of course Brughel. A few others that he hasn’t used as often, he ran a few small scams as Gilmour, but it never felt quite right.]

[But the good Captain wants him locked up as a man rather than a monster, Aeons know how he’d manage to pull that one off. Sampo could single-handedly save Belobog from certain destruction and they’d still see him as a monster. He could be the chosen of Qlipoth Themself.]

If that’s what you want, you’ll be stuck with me for a long time, Captain. People around here are pretty set, once they make their minds up.

[The Preservation at work, or just naturally stubborn folk? Who knows.]

I guess you’ll just have to get used to my pretty face!