[Paul should feel something about his own discourtesy. He should remember himself and be a better host, a better guest. Even at his worst, he's been able to find the presence of mind to conduct himself appropriately.

He takes a breath. He makes an effort.]

One shouldn't presume to know the mind of God, or gods. They're beyond our apprehension.

[It's a truism across religious systems, although Paul's understanding of it used to be much more abstract. (He watches her, when he says it. Just to see if there's a flicker that goes past the generalities of theology in response.)]

Or so I'm learning, which goes more hand in hand with magic than I realize.

My name is Paul. I don't think I asked yours, did I?