"Dear, I've bedded everyone from mortals to Pelor, to Disapater. I assure you, I'm not going to judge you." She listens to his story, the hours of the evening slipping away quietly, as she lets him talk, seeming to never need a refill on her wineglass, despite sipping from it, occasionally. "I do agree, that is one of the problems of our age; there is no exploration amongst our peers. Even I find myself growing bored, from time to time."