William: Nickname?

Aeron: Once, in the earlier days, they called me Wings. Well, my friends did. Humans called me Harbinger of Death.

William: Zodiac sign?

Aeron: Sign? I’m not holding a sign. My hands are empty.

William: Are you embarrassed by your cluelessness? Because I’m embarrassed for you.

Aeron: What are you talking about?

William: Never mind. Choice of weapon?

Aeron: Whatever’s strapped to my body.

William: What are you looking for in a woman?

Aeron: I’m not. They are too fragile to bother with.

William: Clue. Less. What’s your favorite food?

Aeron: Who cares as long as it nourishes?

William: Favorite outfit?

Aeron: Any shirt that tears easily when my wings spontaneously emerge.

William: Favorite moment in the series so far?

Aeron: I do not have one. Too much torture, too much pain. When will it end?

William: And morbid. Least favorite?

Aeron: I’m surprised I have to spell this out. The blood-curse heaped upon me.

William: Hobbies?

Aeron: Punishing wrongdoers.

William: Household chores?

Aeron: Maid duty.

William: Least favorite household responsibility?

Aeron: Ditto.

William: You know, it’s okay to elaborate sometimes. Describe yourself.

Aeron: On edge. All the damn time. There. Was that enough of an elaboration for you?

William: Let’s just finish this. You’re boring me. What do you think of the fact that your home has been invaded by women?

Aeron: I like that my brothers are happy. But do I wish they’d found another way to be happy? Yes.

William: Who do you think is the strongest Lord?

Aeron: Paris. He gave up everything for me. The strength such a gesture required…I am still humbled.

William: If you knew you only had twenty-four hours before the Hunters found Pandora’s box and killed you, what would you do in the time you had left to live?

Aeron: I would never allow the Hunters to put me in such a position. Death is for humans.

William: What kind of underwear do you prefer?

Aeron: Did you really just ask me about underwear? This is silly. Hunters could be outside our door right this minute and you call me in here like you’re dying and you need my help and I….

Note from William: The rant continues for, like, an hour. I end up having to walk away.

Final thoughts: I’m just glad it’s over.