Matthew snorted. Well, he didn't have a nose, so he couldn't snort, but he made a coughing, irritated sound that was very close. "Please don't insult my intelligence. You've been in the nightmares of enough demons that even I've heard of you. I'm Matthew. I'm the Dream King's raven," he added matter-of-factly.
One black-brown globule stared up at him suspiciously. "You're not pulling this self-pity shit on purpose, are you? Who says you have to retire?"