"Oh, god, why did I even tell you my birth name. Just Malos is fine." Squint. Stare at this guy some more. "What's your name, asshat?"

Overcompensating - psh, yeah, whatever. Malos rolls his eyes, waves the thought away. "Pah! I'm sure my dear driver -" (he's not driving you anymore, Malos) "- would've loved to hear it called THAT. He thought it was divine will. I didn't give a crap. So long as the world burned - fine by me."

Where the hell is this converastion going, anyway? Oh yeah.

"Anyway, I'm not a fucking simpleton, so don't even start."