[She purses her lips as she listens to his questions, drawing an arm around herself, not really looking at him until the very end of his monologue, her eyes flashing as the light hits them.]
Think, Sherlock. Think. Isn't that what you're good at? If you think for a moment my actions here mirror those done outside of this world... well, perhaps I was mistaken. Perhaps... in this world or the next, there still isn't a single person who would... understand me.
[What is different, here, of course, is that she is hardly in control, here -- her reasons outside this place were all done to protect her position, her immunity, her success. Here? What could she do, in a world where magicians run rampant? Get herself some vampire blood, but never mind that detail.
No, here, her motivations are vastly different.]
[...] Besides, Aramis knows exactly what kind of connection the two of us share. He isn't... bound, by the boring concept of monogamy that our world is so attached to. He has never been devoted to me, nor I to him. We simply enjoy each others' company, that is all.
[She turns to him, having turned away during her speech, this time smiling, an eyebrow raised in question.] Why, you aren't jealous, are you?