I find myself only asking out of the most morbid of curiosities, what does an over-zealous, blasphemous traitor do with his time in a fey castle? I imagine you read a lot, do you? You have the pomp of a scholar, though at least retaining the decency to drop the feigned humility.

[ Anne doesn't give him much time to answer, as it really is just rhetorical. She doesn't give a fig what he does with his time. ]

What do you know of me, then? Speak, as you are so want to do.