"I think that it would be my job to be the judge of that," she replies and the purposeful haughtiness is an audible thing.

They slow for a brief moment as the terrain changes slightly, Yvaine whispering orders - up then, and now over, worse than steps - snickering quietly as one of the dogs nearly sets him off-balance.

And then quieter, during another lull, "Perhaps I will return the favor."