"My attentions, maybe," she says, the innuendo indeed lost on her. "Not others of my family. I'm very particular. You're not magical, you're not insane, you've no creative drive... You have been through my realm when you have experienced primal emotions, but those moments are fleeting for most people."

She kicks some sand at Mare who sneezes, gives her a Look, and trots off down the beach with Mons.