[He’s weary.] Morning, Minfilia.

[A chaste kiss, is pressed against her cheek.] ...Another time, mayhaps.

You know me. I am always careful. [Another smooch on the cheek. He gives her a smile.] I’m not leaving again. I will not go far.

Oh, but you will. I know how to make you sing.

...You have a son, do you not? [There is a dangerous glint in his eyes as he gazes at her.]

Ah, checkmate, my dear Minfilia. I do not need to make you howl. I will come for you both, one day. In the meantime, do take care of this. [He kicks a ivory blade towards her.] ‘Tis important.

[He captured her wrist before it brought down the dagger, twisting her wrist until he is satisfied. Then, he discards her.] Know that I did not desire to do this. [His back turned and he departs.]