"You long for love," Guiverna scoffs. "As many people as say they do, you'd think they'd have no problem finding each other.
"I'm not disparaging what you say. At least you know what you want, even if it eludes your grasp. And I commend you on knowing the difference between desire and love. Too many people confuse the two, think that their lust for someone is proof of their undying love, or that if they truly love someone they're not allowed to lust after them.
"I'm always disappointed when people think that because I give them my body for the night, that I am giving myself to them entirely. I don't have time for that."
She gazes off into the distance for a moment. "I know you don't honor the true gods, but I would like to pray for you anyway." Guiverna then sings in French.
♪♫ "O beautiful Hathor, mother of creation, lady of beauty, queen of the sky, beloved of the mighty Ra, and she who I pray welcomes me into the next life, I come to you not on my own behalf but that of my dear friend Carlos. He whose heart longs for your touch, which desires above all else to be truly loved. I beg that you grant his heart's desire and bring him the love he deserves."♫♪