[ That, she laughs for - she had heard the line once spoken by one of England's Queens. I have no interest in making windows into men's souls. ]

I can only hope it is not me. [ She lifts her head into the settle of his hand, feeling it warm on her skin. There, tucked away, are her own soft corners. Like any weapon, where she has been exposed, she is roughly smooth, but there - where she swallows, where she would be so quickly killed, it's a vulnerable corner. ]

But I think she must have been very holy indeed, for you to carry her so close. To steep yourself in so much corruption and trickery and deceit. You wear that fall so openly.