"It's like the definition of insanity," Conor agreed. "Doing the same thing over and over, and expecting it to change. I've watched countless people go down that very path, and they were always surprised when it didn't work out for them." He shrugged. They had the added benefit of centuries of wisdom and experience, but seriously, sometimes people just failed to grasp some of the most obvious things.
Oighear meowed and jumped down from Conor's arms. He wound himself around Duncan's ankles, sniffing at him, before stalking off to probably look for his dinner. "I'm pretty sure that means you pass muster," Conor added helpfully, amusement in his tone. "Be home later, young man!" he called after the retreating form.
"Gods above and below, are they ever," he muttered. "It's always the married and/or moral men going into V&V, for example. "Wittering on about how it's dangerous for the children, and yet. Here they come with their kids." He sighed, throwing up his hands. "But contradiction keeps us open and employed. Keeps the Sirens fed and Zanna in business."