[ Ah, so she can make that sort of expression as well. Medea watches with some interest, shifting her hold on the glass enough for the metal of the ring to clink delicately against it. ] And what would you infer, from your impression of me? I'm curious to hear as well.

[ And further curious if it would differ from her own answer, which would have been excruciatingly clear to her once. No matter. She has no intention of becoming the sort of person who doesn't understand herself. She gives a thoughtful little hum as she takes a sip, carefully moderate. It would be embarrassing to misjudge Psyche's smaller stature. ]

Oh, I suspect you would find your own ways of holding my interest. False modesty doesn't suit you. [ A need, hm... just for that, Medea takes a second sip before setting the glass down, not yet releasing it. ] I should ask the same in turn. You don't think my interests would conflict with your pursuit of your research?