[ She doesn't answer, at least not that question, not right - still deciding if it's something she might even bother to entertain as she comes closer. Canting her weight to the side, finger tapping idly. ]

Perhaps. [ Sets her teeth brief to her lip before she carries on. ] You still haven't answered what makes me so marvellous to you my lord, if not simply convenience and the thrill of something unconquerable.