A monastery? You live the life of an ascetic, then? [Alia looks thoughtful, turning so she can rest her pointy little chin on Diarmuid’s shoulder, blinking up at him with her serious, wide eyes.] My followers were never particularly austere, and my temple was fraught with revelry. But I understand devotion.

[Then, echoing his grin, though hers appears closer to a baring of teeth:] I shall teach you, and show you all the sneaky tricks I know, so you may awe and amaze those who challenge you, thinking you a lamb and not knowing you are a lion.

Though I warn you, I get bored quite easily and may suggest a recess to swim in the lake, right as you are about to triumph.