Well... Then dropping the honorific will have to be what I have to offer you, for now. I'm not in the habit of referring to women without a proper appellation.

[ Sylvian it is, then. Unless Daan needs a favor, in which case... Well, the future will take care of itself. ]

I do consent. Whenever you're ready.

[ Midnight straightens in his chair, still unsure as to what's about to happen, but not particularly fearful, either. He's skipped out on death twice now, and the third expiration date is inevitable. Why not try something new? ]