At another time, in another place, they might have found common ground. They might even have been friends. But here and now, Valdis is an enforcer, and she's gone out of her way to drive needles into every one of his most tender vulnerabilities. Thus he sneers, and with a savagely dismissive wave of his hand he says, "I'm not speaking of idle hobbies, this is the outpouring of my soul! I have nothing else left to give my existence meaning. If you lack the wit to appreciate it then --" Then what, Pyotr? Are you going to throw yourself at her, fists raised? That's hardly your style...nor is it likely to do any good.

"Then leave," he tells her coldly. "I have no thing more to say to you. Get out of my flat."