[ Diva flitted back, giving Conrad plenty of room to do what he needed, watching, yawning, definitely bored with the tedium. Perhaps that's why, when Conrad looks to her, she steps in and quickly unsheathes his knife. ]
My wish? My wish is you do nothing.
[ this was all her domain and she quickly steps in to yank on Anri's hair, tilting it back and running the edge of Conrad's blade along her throat. It's no idle threat. She means to cut, although not kill.
The game would be done too quickly if she did. ] You'll play with me again, won't you? [ she's practically gleeful. It really has been too long. ]