"Netherton’s eyes widened, preparing to pitch something he hadn’t yet invented, none of what he’d said so far having been true. [Daedra's] head was perfectly still, eyes unblinking. He imagined her ego swimming up behind them, to peer at him suspiciously, something eel-like. …And then she smiled. Rainey’s sigil privacy-dimmed. “I’d want to have your baby now,” she said, from Toronto, “except I know it would always lie.”"