[Thomas can't even see all this going down, which is a shame!! Gosh, wouldn't it be helpful to have such a golem with the Jars. It would make his own life so much easier.

But, fortunately, his attention is very much fixed on Berna right now, biding their time until that time is right. A waiter glides by with a tray of sparkling, amber drinks. Thomas pauses him to pluck one up and hand it to Berna, then takes one for himself.]

Oh... Yes. I do think it is hard not to notice that much.

[Sardonically, but not necessarily directed at her. He takes a particularly long swig of his drink.]

It feels good to use my powers. It is like a high; there is no better way to explain it, plus I always feel so full. I told you remember? This body is far too small for this soul. Every few days, it is nice to have a release of it. Though it must be timed accordingly, depending on what our work requires of me.

[And he could leave it at that, but he thinks she deserves a little more honesty from him.]

But more importantly, I lose all worry, all concern, all care, when I am in such a state. When it is all burned away, I am so exhausted that all I wish to do is sleep. And sleep is its own escape.