[Should she be impressed by his ability to say the right thing? Isn't that what she does? As she looks over to him, watches patiently, and listens, she yet again wonders if this is just some very ornate game that he's playing. If he is, she has no idea what the rules are and understands it is extremely likely she will lose.

She hates losing.

Her attention turns onto the tea shop, not so distant. Near enough that she can get a look at it, as she has many times in passing on patrol.]

Certainly no small part of your persuasion comes from me allowing you such a thing. I do not change for anything or anyone I do not wish to on some level. If I have spent time with you, then it is because I have wanted to in my own way. I have simply not said as much often.

[Until now. Although it does make her think back to Alexandria. How open she was. And today as well. More open than she ordinarily would want to be. Will that haunt her? She's almost positive it will.]

To persuade one, another has to b open to the power of persuasion. I had always thought I was relatively immovable. I suppose I am not immune to you, as much as I have told myself otherwise.

[...Nor does it seem is he immune to her. If she is understanding any of this properly.]