[ A mysterious smile took to her face. She knew he did not understand and did not care, obviously. It's in her words, her lips, the cant of her hip, and the way she held her hands. A knowing light crossed her eyes, for he asked a question, didn't he? ]

Dear, I'm practically an open book.

[ She says it, and it's a lie, of course, but she says it anyway. If there are questions that Akua would be afraid of answering, she does not doubt her ability to lie, and nor are they things he would ask about. What she would lie about are the things that cut deep, and those subjects were near and dear to her heart.

Such as, you know, genocide and redemption.

Not a polite topic. ]

Please, ask away. I am afraid that some things come naturally to me that do not come easily to others.