[She smirks faintly, her fingers tightening playfully in his hair.] Be assured, my pale king, Mistress Morrigan would have had her fill if she'd wished it.

[No she wouldn't have. It's him, and it's always been him and always would be. He knew that, but she, like him, has to play the game.]

Doubtless they expect their war to be fought and won by those who had no say in their joining. We are wasting time here, and the Cetas will not have their ears bent to even the words of ill-tempered Badb.

[Picture that, Baphomet.]