Oh? You're letting it run through your head now are you?

[Monts is near him with her hands behind her back. For a second she seems to be be considering her next action...

And then simply settles on a playful poke to his forehead. Still herself it seems (it's always been her, but less angry, less fearful, a peaceful and dangerous bloom). ]

Think about it some more. Let me know why you think later. For now I remain insincere.

[Just for now... The red in her eyes do make her look a touch more predatory, but just a touch. Her arm sweeps in a grand gesture towards the empty sleigh with the remaining steeds.]

Lets find our song. Let's put it to sleep while the snow still falls.