Ugh. No. The moment's over. There's no way I'm going to enjoy this now.

[ She sighs and gives the knife-bat of... doom or whatever... a little flick, which is sufficient to bury it in the opposite wall whether Giovanni lets go of it or not. Then she plops down on the nearest piece of furniture, lounging indolently like she owns the place, and continues in a flat voice. ]

Well. Might as well finish while I'm here. I'm the greatest evil ever. That's what I was saying. Places I haven't been in five hundred years they still tell their kids I'll eat them if they don't behave. But that begs the question of what I'm doing here, doesn't it?

[ ...regretting that once again her ego has caused her to run her mouth and put herself in a position where she can really only lose, mostly. ]