[In an instant, the feigned innocence disappears and he's back to his dry self giving Zelos a flat look.]

It's devil's work. How am I supposed to like it?

[Turning away from Zelos, he shoves his hands into his pockets. Walks around the fire.] If you think you can do better, prove it. Go catch some fish.

[Jabbing a finger over his shoulder towards the river as he sits down, leaning back against the small rock wall that's protecting them.]