[ By Creation, he calls her Thess. What the heck. She's gonna find Matthew, Eve, hell, maybe she'll crash one of Abel's or Cain's tea parties (they were a duo act, after all) and bother them because.

What is her brother's taste in women. Well, technically, he's had some decent ones. Killala, she didn't really care for much, but she had been a different person. Nada was lovely, and her brother a giant idiot for sending her to Hell. But at least he's doing right by her. Now Calliope. They had been cute together. She liked the muse a lot, and their work was not the same but at least similar. (And they got married. He chose her! And they had Orpheus, and well, the boy was loved. She loved his nephew.) Titania, if she recalls the rumor mill in the Dreaming, was typical faerie: flighty and mercurial, even more so that she was a monarch herself. ]

I know she helped people. [ For that nastiness with the Cuckoo and George, she had been kind to Wanda. ]

How do you think anybody knew the first time. [ she tells him, flatly. ] You were loud. So I'm asking if you remembered not to project your dalliances to the whole sleeping masses. [ Or else she's going to source of the Dreaming's rumor mill, his staff. And they'll tell her everything (probably). ]

...Was it you or was it her?