[ How often has she had a sparring partner like this? Someone who actually sees her as a threat and reads the unspoken current of potential moves, a finger's breadth away but still unchosen?

A tiny smile tugs at a corner of her mouth as she accepts the glass in return. ]

It's true that it isn't like me to let someone else make moves on my behalf. But I suppose we can consider the circumstances exceptional.

[ She has no interest in unraveling her own motives, for either herself or Waltaquin. Idly, she takes another sip. ]

And how does that work? Will you indulge my curiosity, while we have a little time? It's something I've wondered before. But Psyche's powers don't extend to those already gone.