Hehe... hahahaha! [Her laugh cuts through the night, as harsh and disruptive as the warping noises that cascade over the entire archipelago. The reflection of that bigger, deeper, darker sea is there, just beneath it - restrained, perhaps, or just a part of her now.]

If you have to ask when you might easily ascertain elsewhere, how do you think that bodes? I can't believe you'd expect me to sell myself to you. [Least of all because Medea wouldn't buy what she made so easy. Though even in her response, it should be easy to get a sense of her own opinion of herself. Waltaquin would much rather be given approval than cajole it. In testament to this, she doesn't reach for the glass right away even though Medea's relinquished her hold on it.]

We'll have to see. What's this other card of yours? Regardless of the value of the move, shouldn't you chase any opportunity to have fun playing it? [Part of this game, too, is the shared knowledge that they really might never meet again. Each time could be the last. It really doesn't matter if they desire differently. Isn't that absurdly frustrating?]