[The words don't sting. He's heard worse and expects worse but he still frowns for a second, biting the tip of his tongue to stop himself from retorting.

Just focus. He sighs, though it makes him feel a little tired for some reason, gesturing at the book he threw before bending down to pick it up.]

I'm frustrated because I'm able to piece together paints a picture just vague enough to tell me nothing I need. I don't know what exactly happened, except that it was most likely willing given there seems to be no struggle, as well as planned ahead of time and involving some sort of... ritual.

[Flipping open the book, he holds it out to him.] Occult texts are hidden away among the rest of his books.