[The edges of Roland's lips twitch up, just a little. That's one difference between this place and his world - here, there's a better-than-average chance that the 'sweet and innocent' act isn't one. The thought's soothing, almost, against the pile of shit the rest of this day's turned into.]

I don't know about nice. I do think it'd take a lot to get one to actively wish you harm. Even those who directly disobey their orders have, far as I know, only gotten a night in gaol, at the worst.

[Which Roland considers practically doting, as far as gods are concerned.]