(Self-righteous, perhaps, is a good word for Rutile. Devoted to a fault. Elitist. But this is why they don't describe themselves frequently.)

"They're a thoroughly dishonest merchant with absolutely no capacity for change..."

They quirk an eyebrow, giving X a curious look. "You're mocking me, aren't you?" they ask, hands going to their hips as they glare up at the human. The truth is, they can't quite tell - there is a chance that X is completely sincere, and his idea of going to a guild leader or some such thing supports that. But his laughter and dramatic word choice suggest otherwise.

When X asks how things are going for Rutile, they falter for a second, and the irritation in their face smooths over into careful, neutral pleasantries. "I am well enough. I hardly want to bother you with the dull details of catching up on the news and shopping. There are so many new festivals to read about; I feel as though we only just finished having them.

"How has the time passed for you? I'm sure you are far more up to date with the minutiae of life than I am."