The overly patient teacher tone wasn't doing much to help quiet the storm of emotions that were currently going through Agrat's head, and the forming headache probably wasn't going to get better anytime soon. The more she thought over his request to tell him exactly what she wanted, the more it occurred to her that she wouldn't be comfortable telling anyone the one thing she truly wanted. This put her in a bit of a situation, and not a good one.
"I want a way for the game to be like it once was, where it was interesting for both of us and not just him, but I think being away from home and having to adapt to the changing world has affected me far too much. He's affected me as well," and she didn't want to elaborate on how. Taking a seat on his couch, she looked visibly deflated as she dragged a hand through her hair and continued speaking. "It's lost its' fun for me. It started so simple -- he killed me for reasons I'm not entirely sure about, so I killed him -- and now it's just devolved into a classic game of predator versus prey. I'm sick of being the prey. If I'm going to continue to let him hunt me there needs to be something more in it. I want the spark he and I used to have." 'I want the thrill of the past back.' It was... oddly relieving to get that off her chest. "So, tell me how you can help, if you think you can." And while he was doing that, she'd actually pay attention.