“It depends of your definition of innocence, doesn’t it? Is there even true innocence in those you use or just misguided foolishness and naïvette?” Dietrich asked, “I haven’t done anything terrible here yet.”
“Well, well…Morals, morals. They are tricky, aren’t they? I know about them intellectually, but that teaching is alien of what I feel,” he started to say, finishing his coffee and drawing the lingering droplets with his teaspoon. “They have never hindered me.”
He shrugged, being paranoid for poisoned food was the courtesy of being raised in a Court and in a den of nihilist terrorists. “At least to me.”