She knew the way easily enough to the sitting room and led him there, hand in his, and directed him to take a seat on the sofa. Kneeling beside him, she leaned in, one soft arm sneaking around his shoulder, the other producing an open book.
"I think it's time you realize who I am, Daniel."
Were he to bother looking at the book, it'd show an ancient greek text telling the stories of Hercules and his decision between Kakia and Arete, or Vice and Virtue.