"Yes, how foolish of me not to know all the particulars of this world's supernatural entities within three months of my arrival. Truly, there are no marks on this community darker than I." She's starting to annoy him, with her incessant prodding.

"I told you already, my sculptures were animated without my knowledge, much less my permission. I considered their creation a private matter, and only learned what they were used for after we had all already been in the opera house for some time. And in case you've forgotten," he reminds her tartly, "I was also forced to bare my soul to the crowd. Do you think I enjoyed that? The most painful memories of my life are now a matter of public review."