It isn't any fun to begin with, and I don't have time for your games.

[The words come a little more quickly than she would have liked, but Tink offers them with a hint of annoyance all the same. Gone is the nervous smirk she intended to present to him, an olive branch in a world where they both may need allies. If he knows then she can expect that she'll find out soon and suffer greatly for what she's done. If he doesn't, she'll have to try to maintain the peace.

Either way, it's best he sees that she hasn't lost her fire.]

I don't know if you've noticed, but we're trapped here.