[How like him to be thought-provoking when he wishes to be. It’s a fair question. Determining reality in a world that is… for all intents and purposes, not actually real at all. If anything, Songerein is more like a world in which they are simply sleeping. Literally, a dream world. Some kind of dream world where their paths end up crossing. They meet people and experience some circumstances that they likely never would in the waking world, as a result.

At least, that seems the easier way to put it. The alternative would be the implication that they dream over their ideals of what they desire. She cannot recall a time in which she has ever wanted the attention of a pompous lord.

Former. Lord. Or any kind of a lord at all.

No. Beatrix can say with a certain degree of truth that she, absolutely, has not wanted to experience feelings of the sentimental or romantic kind and it is highly improbable that she would host dreams of such a thing. Companionship, perhaps, for certainly her life has been a remarkably and self-imposed lonely one.]

Implying, then, that you would consider yourself a bit of a dreamer. [She replies as she watches him with some interest and a touch of curiosity.] I could see that. I have always been realistic, seeing the things in front of me and responding to them with that in mind. I do not recall being much a dreamer in my youth either. I think it is simply another outstanding difference betwixt us.