If it is an honest opinion that you seek, I believe that mouth of yours would best be busying itself in other ways.

[He'll let this go eventually, fff. To share his company is to suffer his incessant albeit not-always-malicious teasing.]

So... you wish for me to tell you of Valachia, do you? Hn. [A wry snort.] ...Mothers and fathers thinking their beloved infants to be demons leave them to die. Sodomites and witches burn at the stake, accused by even their own neighbours. The guilty and the innocent roast all the same. 'tis but one of the ways they are made to suffer in the name of the all-loving God.