Anne gives her hand a gentle squeeze.  "We each need to know the nature of our own subject.  I think you've probably heard that lesson in regards to warfare, to know the capabilities of yourself and your own forces." Anne leans closer to Gwenevire as she speaks, stepping and turning so that she ends up standing in front of her, facing her, the painting of the young nude Anne now above Anne's right shoulder from Gwenevire's point of view.  But when was the last time you explored your own softer side?" Anne's right hand slowly reaches forward to rest upon Gwenevire's waist, just above the belt of her BDUs.