"Or great-great-great-great..." He does some mental math with his spoon, "-great-great-great grandparents. Or something. After a point, it gets so removed, you don't necessarily know where it came from." Only that fiends and devils were involved and if you've got that in your blood, you're wrong somehow. Molly shrugs. "I don't worry about it. I've got plenty I can control to worry about what I can't, and my blood and what people think are two of those things."

So there's that. He is spectacularly unbothered and expects that other people will learn to be too or suffer too many of the disappointments of life.

"You've actually met people you don't like?" Molly chuckles. "I think they're all funny, myself. A little sad, a little ornery, but adorable in how sullen and pissy they are for the most part."