[Ah. Well, that does make sense, doesn't it? Qilby knows he'll not be so happy about people poking around in his heart.]

[He wonders, with a cold detachment and carefully roaming eyes, what sorts of secrets these others might hide. Perhaps they're the same mundane secrets all mortals have, those 'I'm afraid of something tiny' or 'I hurt someone once' secrets that seem so insignificant. With much less of that cold detachment, he wonders what's inside his own.]

[Gently:] It would be unusual if the labyrinth of someone's soul didn't present a challenge, wouldn't it? It seems we have our work cut out for us. But with Keys that have this sort of power sitting in our souls, we would have anyway.