Hal feels that old frisson burst through him, whispering about how he could be a King too, a ruler of all things mortal and they would bow to him and they would worship him and he would never be hungry. As always, Hal closes his eyes tightly and ignores it, ignores any hint of that old life. "Is she like you, then? Young, but different?" he asks, shaking off the tremor in his voice to gain control again.