[She still has time to slant him a grin despite the gathering depth of their conversation, and almost as soon as he says the words she's digging her fork into the second slice of cake. The taste of it comes sweet and rich as she shovels it into her mouth, and he really is right about the complementation of the wine-- she makes a contented sound before rolling one shoulder in a shrug.]

What can I say? When you're born this attractive you have to be ready to share your body with the world.

[She has more to say on the topic of their current circumstances, on the decision they've both arrived at. How she gets it, that there's enough going on here that she can become just another face in the crowd when it suits, that there's people here, and depth and life. Not just doddering old nuns who despised her anyway, and an overabundance of skeletons. It'd be better for him too, by the sounds of things. What's the use in going back to a place haunted by crappy memories--

--but if he wants to change the subject, she'll let him. For the moment. And so she looks from him to the bottle of wine before offering another shrug.]

I dunno, she didn't mention them. But she'd have been waaaay more excited to see them if they were long dead, so they were probably wasted on her anyway.