[--and she's right, that stops him stiller than if she'd yanked on a collar with a leash.]

... mm. It's like that, is it ... I can't find my way to daddy's gooey jealous center if I don't acknowledge dad's already dead and I've died too? How boring.

[he turns, framed by the doorway.]

Fine. Bury yourself in me as deeply as you'd like, Witch of Truth.