He smiled smugly and puffed up his chest; being called ‘pretty’ was always one of his most favored compliments. And feeding his ego was one way to get him to behave at least somewhat well.

“Alas, I doubt we’ll be seeing any curses tonight, so we’ll never know,” he said, “Unless someone here decides to have a little fun.”

Not him. The closest he got to cursing – giving someone a bad future – took way too much strength from him to be used for personal amusement.