Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

You know, she just might have to, considering his penchant for keeping secrets. The audacity.

"The part where I soundly win and crow about my victory for a truly unseemly amount of time?" Liliana suggested. "I know I find that enjoyable."

And really, wasn't that what counted? Nine out of ten Lilianas say yes!

Her stomach rumbled again, reminding them both of its existence. She sighed and asked, "Could I inveigle you to fetch me some of that soup, my darling? It appears that I might be able to stomach some small amount of sustenance." She settled back amongst her pillows as befitting an invalid, still smiling. Ignis' fashion choices made for a much better topic than the one they'd been discussing previously. She was quite content with the possibility of never talking about that Thralldom's End and the relationship it represented ever again. In fact--

Another odd expression crossed her face as she thought of something.

"I dislike lavender," she said abruptly. "I don't believe I ever told you that. I have never been fond of the flavor or the scent, not since I was a girl. It's just something I thought you would wish to know, considering it is a common ingredient in some things."