The desired outcome has no other method of reaching it. Nothing forces me to comply save my own wishes.

[So why is an Ascian of all people, bothering to help mortals at all? He hated them, he made no secret of it, scorned their weakness and frailty. Everything they did was a point of derision, something to mock at best.

And here he is probably spending countless hours in working on a device of mortal creation, to go back into mortal possession.

He spreads his hands, talons half-sheathed. His smile is anything but pleasant, it has far, far too much fang in it.]

The beast I have been saddled with takes immense satisfaction in knowing that every single life which gains pleasure or joy from seeing a color picture or watching a color video, either in love or in hate, is only by my generosity.

[He sets a small screwdriver down, leaning back a little. He still didn't have his wings. When would he?]

There have been small donations here and there, it helps towards the costs. But a flat fee would render the work labor paid for and thus the customer may do what they wish, for they are paying. But donation.. and offer of free efforts on my part, means if someone so much as twitches in a way I don't like, I will destroy their device outright and they will never gain what they desire.

[That.. definitely sounds like dragon level pride and pettiness.]