"My goodness," the snake exclaims. "Adversity makes you sassy, Mrs. Durant." The voice is rich with amusement, though. She hasn't offended him.

"I admit, I have high hopes for the spring, when this is over and you begin to be able to bake again."

He studies her with a red-eyed, opaque gaze, considering her words. There was a time not long ago where that would have appealed to him, the idea of the attention, the ability to kindle some amusement in the people around him. Some would, no doubt, be grateful for the lifted spirits. Others would take note that he chose to suffer alongside them rather than withdraw. Just like one of their own.

It wouldn't be a bad option, but...

"Not this time," he says quietly. "Your point is understood, but...no. Entertainment cannot be my role."