He assumes he's not going to get by here on just playing hard to get- and he also has this weird thing going on where he knows, instinctively, for some reason that you all won't let him leave it at that, so he'll concede a little bit.

"I'm a cleric of Istus.

Istus? You know. The goddess of fate."

He won't hear relic; it's all static to him. He will let you know that it's been the same 7 hours now for a long time. A very long time, actually.

As for his arrest? He'll frankly say that it's not his or their concern. He knows what he did.

"Huh. Well, it's hard to really get an idea of how long it's been. At least 15 years at this point, but time hasn't always been this messed up for all of it."