[ Her eyes widen a fraction at his sudden move to cut her off, but something like determined defiance rears in her gaze. The corners of her lips lift beneath her mask as she gracefully pivots to rush in the other direction. ]

I'm sorry, dear Lief. [ There's laughter in her voice despite none actually leaving her mouth. ] Is there a better word I should be using?

[ The path he chooses for them seems to stretch impossibly far but it does the job. The voices she'd heard grow fainter and fainter until they're simply background noise. Her voice seems to bounce off the edges and the topiary around them depicting creatures of the feywild. ]

And if it isn't a challenge - will you be disappointed?