"I watched you, Granger. Monitored every time you slipped off your Gate patrol to sip from the forbidden chalice of mortal knowledge. First, I watched from boredom; I became familiar with your habits and patterns." He smiled, one gleaming white fang peeking out over his thin red lips. "But soon enough, I cared less about what you were reading than the look in your eye when you found something clever, or pleasing. Or when the impetuous curiosity forbidden to your kind bubbled over your lips  and you argued aloud against long-dead stoics and their shortsighted observations of pitiful human hearts. You do that a lot, you know—I’ve never heard a woman of any realm carry on against an invisible opponent as tirelessly as you."