What an unsurprising answer from the ice queen. It draws a grim laugh out of Byerly. He doesn't think he'll ever enjoy her coldness, but there's a certain comfort to it, like the coming of winter.

"Not an option for me, I fear." He tilts his head back slightly. "Bastien says that I have a leash around my neck. He might be right." Then a shrug - "When all the good men in the world wake up and begin to do their duty, then I'll quit. How about that?"