"Does it honestly matter?" the water demon asked. "I hardly exist these days anyway." People were blaming science on mishaps at sea, not the Great Vepar. Even old time sailors of war were blaming sonar and lack of medications.
With that, he took a slow bite from his sweet doughnut, purposely licking the glaze from his lips. He wasn't even trying to be discrete. "Want a taste?" he offered. Whether he meant of the doughnut or himself was up to Dantalion.