[ He's right about beauty - and about the breakfast, too. This one seems to know what he's doing. Ariane smiles, and she feels out of practice with it, somehow, but it's genuine all the same. ]

Sure. Let's start over. [ She leans in a little closer, drops her voice down to a register that can only be called conspiratorial. ] But if I had to guess, I think that if I had met you back home, I would have liked you better because you're the enemy.

[ War is stupid, isn't it? ]