[Dear... He makes another face, but not nearly as uncomfortable as when she gave him that perceiving look before. Just, dear... alright.]

I think you're enjoying this enough for the both of us.

[He's not entirely keen on hunting people down for a whole cavalcade of reasons, but that's not to say she doesn't have a point - he did just rail against the inaction of faffing around at a party, after all. Perhaps if she's going to hunt Oracles, someone else ought to quietly hide Oracles somewhere else, help them escape...

Old habits.]

Well... good luck. [A beat. No, alright, it bears repeating--] This is our lives, and you speak of it all like some kind of theatre. Why?