( Unlike him, she bides her time, selecting a small citrus fruit off a platter and skinning off its peels in the way of a cat toying with her mouse. Attentive, methodical, but coldly sterile. )

I could. It would be advantageous and recommended. I do not enjoy this. To beg. ( Now, she has struck into the flush of the fruit, and she takes out a slice, chewing it slowly. )

But it would take time. I do not have time. I have followers already. They are not enough. The Brotherhood is strong. ( And another slice. ) Every day, my people suffer. Tell me: is it better to have pride, or care for my people? I know which I choose. It is them. I beg.