But they've always gone to you. They present opportunities for experiences like none other! Surely you know that?

[She looks down as her tail's movements become agitated in her lap, and lets the appendage slip off her thigh to rest behind her, balled fists taking its place out of sight beneath the table. Her emotions never make half-efforts, and the immediate sense of irritation is magnified. She's at least aware enough of this to hide their presentation.]

What do you think is really happening, then? If we're just to be pawns in some game and the cause is insincere?