[as the words come out in german, anna visibly relaxes. it feels like adding another layer of security to the conversation. and, given lazarus' response, it feels like they are finally on close enough pages that anna can drop the pretense. and thank god for that.]

[she replies, the conversation continuing in Hochdeutsch, or at least as close enough to it as anna can recall.]

He doesn't even know that I could be his enemy yet. I wouldn't be a good one, since he's stronger than me by a mile, but I could still be one in a way that would be really inconvenient for him. [she could make it hurt, she leaves unsaid. no matter how right she thinks she is.]