"Hai," he agrees glumly, pulling himself upright again, looking bedraggled although his skin is already closing. He has to smile a little a the sight of Gaav licking up the blood, though; it's such a cups-made-of-skulls, open-firepit-in-the-middle-of-the-hall thing to do.
Sitting back in his chair, "Well, it's like this, Gaav-dono: five minutes ago I would have said I have, and now I'm not sure. Several months ago I was, anou, harvested by a Lord-level force that displayed characteristics that Maou-dono usually shows, including his methods of dissection, including his interest in exploring pre-existing wounds. At home, whenever Kaiou-dono has had me in her power she never did anything but try to root Loki Scroll out of my head or reach through it to the Sea of Chaos to find what she left there, so I didn't think of her. I don't know what her patterns are when she has them," he finishes, rather droopily. "But I thought it was Maou-dono, and I still say it acted like him, even if that may not mean anything."