At least Colours was clever enough to admit that trying remove Sabine's choice in the matter would go badly for him. Still, Sabine leaned the side of her head on her fist and looked on at Colours' attempt at a recovery. She was smiling, but clearly sceptical.

She consolidated him with a calmer voice. "We can talk about that if you want, Colours. I just do not feel like [i]doing[/i] it." She looked down and up. "And when you eat pastry and stare it looks like you want to. If you try that, I will use my magic. It will not be pleasurable."

Sabine's other hand began to mist and frosty crystals spread in a small area on the table where her palm was resting.

With a joking chuckle, Sabine moved on. "You like to talk about women a lot," she said in a questioning sort of way.