"You are very loving of the idea that I am only interested in your damage," Fisher said. "Like that line in that book – when the fox hears the rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help. This is not all wrong, of course. I am curious about the most curious thing about you, and the most curious thing about you is linked to..." She waved her hands in vague, dizzy circles. "Breakage. Impact. A measure of disturbance. That in-between moment when the fuse becomes a firework, or the holiday cracker explodes into confetti. You are, Herr Horváth, a wondrous possibility. I am not sure of what exactly. Not yet. But who knows, what will be known tomorrow?"
Fisher leaned back, then back, and then further back still until she was lying back propped up on her elbows. Her expression was purely blank of care.
"Take the watch, break the watch, keep the watch, ditch the watch. The world is full of nice things that end up belonging to dull people. I know, my family makes plenty of them." She grinned, looking up at the darkening November sky above them. "So this time why not have a nice thing belong to someone interesting? Makes the world a little likable, I think."