"Then I shall." It was just as simple as that! "Does it trouble you, to admit it?"

The king sliced meat from the leg he'd grabbed, his movements belying his blindness as the blade skimmed over bone and passed by his fingers without incident. He nodded sympathetically, letting out a soft sound caught between a scoff and a chuckle.

"Micromanaging as always. Heaven does seem keen to fix all that which is not broken." A slice was popped into his mouth, chewed and washed down with another sip of wine before he'd speak again. "If detection of transgression is not one of Heaven's priorities, why not return to his side? I have no immediate need of a hunter at present, after all. You Providence is talented enough to manage the fodder that roam the dunes, hardly worthy prey for one of Heaven's more talented warriors." It was an easy excuse to give. 'Sisyphus had nothing worth my time' would have worked well enough in his opinion.

But then again, he was no angel; the rigidity of orders on high were not so rigid, and could be lightly bent in order to accommodate desires over assumed 'need'.