[He comes to a stop and silence falls. Changes direction, walking now down a shallower tunnel.]

What you are to him, what he is to you, those things are indeed irrelevant. The titles mean nothing. What disconcerted me was how different you seemed with him, Priscilla.

[Another pause. Another change in direction, the space seeming tighter around him before giving way to a much more open area, one where his voice resonates gently, coolly off the walls.]

It reminded me of how very unalike we are, with or without your memories.

Of course, I am willing to let it go if you answer one question truthfully for me.