"Is this meant to make me miss it?" It's difficult to scoff and laugh at once, but Yseult nearly manages. She pulls against his hold, but without employing any of the tricks that might help make up for their difference in strength.

"I would cherish the peace and quiet!" she lies, before at last conceding: "Alright, alright! I would miss the sound of your voice. Maybe not for just one day," she can't quite resist the immediate backpedal, "But after that."