"If I'm going to be in a story, I want to be wooed on a bed of silk sheets," Nina agrees, then turns solemn again. That's a good question. She muses. "I'm not sure. I definitely convinced him of - or gently pointed him in the direction of, I suppose - something. He... was also wondering about you. What you were like. What paths were open between the two of you. I told him that ...all of them were and that he shouldn't squander that."