It is not in her intentions to be interesting, Silco. [There is hint of actual offense in his words. Joan was there to torment and terror, not intrigue him or others. And even if she tried, he liked to believe that none of it would work on him. His father had unmasked her for him ages ago. Yet, he could not help but bristle against the accusation that the source of his torment was 'not interesting']

But if you truly are so disappointed maybe you could get her to haunt your mind instead. I am certain she will find a way to take your breath away. [A slight verbal jab and a reminder about their previous hapless adventures at the Last Drop. He still could remember the panic on Silco's eyes as his mind had been overtaken by the ghost of the so vividly, like it had happened mere moments ago. The older man might be free of witches and other demons that would distort his sense of reality, but even he ought to know how 'interesting' it can be to relive the nightmares over and over again.

A shadow of a disapproving frown settles down on Richard's expression as his brows knit together and lips press down in a harsh thin line. What else does one do with a book, indeed. But the idea of Silco taking his time and getting to know his religion and beliefs does pang an anxiety within him. He doesn't know which one is worse: for him to read it and continue to rebuke it as rubbish and use it against him. Or welcome its teaching's in his heart and turn to light.]

I do not wish you to.