"Ah, yes, the reason I got into the business. The constant reassurance that stupidity is a very present and prevalent thing," he said refilling his own glass with the wine that Darius had so generously brought him. "No one wants to change anything. They just want you to fix them and to move on with their lives. It's an easy fix, especially since you're so nice to them," he said with a shrug as he took a sip of his wine. Wasn't his usual, but it was good enough. Darius wasn't the kind to drink the watered down swill.
"The best part is they don't get angry when you tell them they're stupid, because they know they're stupid," he said contentedly. It was one of those universal truths. "And if they do get angry they can really go somewhere else. I've got enough frequenters to not care if some don't come back." Most of them would. There was just something comforting about paying a little more to go to Cormac than stumbling into a church or some other sort of place of healing with their high morals. Cormac didn't have much in the way of those. He made it very clear he didn't do charity work, and was never slow to point them in the direction of where they could receive it.
"Lower your expectations of the common man. Life becomes much easier after that."