[ he always does, doesn't he? something to discuss, something to tell her. it's neverending and aggravating, and it almost feels like he's simply wasting her time for some reason. a distraction, to keep her attention elsewhere. ]

You think it'll be of interest to me?

[ how arrogant, to assume that he knows what her interests are, what would pique her concerns. ]

Is it related to Celestia? To the gods and how to bring them down? [ she glances at him over her shoulder, her expression turning frosty despite the sunlight in her eyes. ] If it's not, then stop wasting my time.