A truce, eh? [well, Monarch does know all about truces. He knows all about breaking them, mostly, but he's certainly made a few in his career. Some have even lasted longer than a few weeks. Hell, the one he'd had with Mantaclaws had ended up in a threesome with his wife. They'd even cooked him breakfast the next morning, which is really the most you can ask from any truce.

So a truce. A truce that he can eventually end the way he wants to.

Sure, he can swing with that.] Right, yeah, no, I totally get it. Oh, you should see some of the things I've killed people over. Way less deserving. No need to justify it.

[the butterfly king smiles and tilts his head, a cheek twitch the only sign that the touch had irritated him.] Yeah, sure, what the hell. Truce. Let's start things off on the right wing.