While true, he made no comment to that. Djinn loved their games, though if bound it was usually against the creatures that held power over them or the group of humans that thought they had the power to control them. Wording was everything. Kennet had the misfortune of being bound by one power who knew that game all too well and enjoyed using it against him. (Which had made it far less fun.)
"I am here to handle the chaos as much as possible." Management did not exactly enjoy having any of his employees dying unnecessarily. With the mix of creatures they had and certain ideals in some's minds of how other creatures were evil compared to themselves, Kennet was a necessary handler.
Kennet leant down to Elia's ear. "I know the will of something bigger than me." He said quietly as if it were a secret.
"What are you looking for, Elia? Another glimpse into me? My flames against your skin, melting every part of you? I thought you were tired and angry with my accusations; only for your mind to wander back to something you should not have seen." For all he spoke of, none of his words faltered from their stoic state.