"More like cynical and well-practiced." He didn't so much as flinch at the open assessment. Animus was on his hip because it was the safest place for a weapon that could damage the wielder or invite a demon to offer you vengeance. There were few people that Percy would trust with Animus and even then he'd keep a close eye.

"How did you come to be in that situation?" He wasn't judging. He'd been clapped in shackles a time or two himself.