Elena sighs. "I'm tired of this Quentin. I want to help you, and I want to get to know you. To get out, you have to answer every question I have honestly and to make it fair you can ask me questions as well. I'll also have to answer every question honestly. Thank you for getting my book."
Ren watches his reaction; the drink is a menagerie of flavors: spicy, sweet, sour, even a little bit of tang. "So? How is it?"
Angelica tilts her head. "Or not." She shrugs and gets to her feet, stretching a little. "Later, ghost."