And baiting was something that Master had always been good at. Exceedingly so. Baiting someone in a dream was almost as enjoyable as baiting them in realtime, so he sees no reason to stop. "I'm sorry, your perception of the infinite is a bit narrow," he tsks. "But if it makes you happy to think that I have no idea what you're talking about, continue by all means. Tell me about your God-God and His terrible unfairness."

He pulls a paper bag from his –depthless– pocket and reaches into it for something small and bright. "Jelly baby?" He holds the bag out harmlessly.