You wretched little house spider, I-

[He starts to snap back, fists clenching at his sides, before realization hits him. Anger ebbs away, replaced by an intense curiosity. He stays his tongue on what he wants to ask, instead, trying to focus on her words.]

I can go without a kismesis well enough, we both know that. What I want is irrelevant. Do you want this to be serious, or is it just a game to you?