"Ah. I do remember hearing you say something to that effect, now that you mention it."

Over the crystals, transmitting to all. The compulsion to be so indiscreet outside of any special circumstance is difficult to imagine of himself; he can only regard it from a distance and wonder at it. While he's at it, he regards Poesia herself, like she's only just registered in his awareness as something more than furniture. It isn't a subtle look; he needn't bother.

"Is that desire always so near the forefront of your mind?"