[ Well, that isn't surprising. Who would willingly subject themselves to that, to likelihood that rather than succeeding in choosing the memory, anything could be drawn out of the depths of their mind and put on display?

Very, very few. Maybe—

Hilda nails it and Claude grins. ]

He would, wouldn't he? If we asked, he'd be happy to help.

[ To a fault, if Claude remembers correctly, and he's sure he does. Not a bit self-conscious and completely open. Who else? ]

We might have been able to persuade Leonie, too.

[ Not deceive, as even he wouldn't compel such a personal violation to satisfy his own curiosity. Maybe if the stakes were higher in what might be learned. As for the rest, the other houses, he'd never known them well enough to be sure. Caspar had seemed a little like Raphael. Linhardt, for the the sake of knowledge? Maybe not anymore.

He'll just have to close himself up in a room to conduct his experiments. Later. Alone. ]

Oh, well. Where were you headed?