I want to see if you can change our environment. Not the arena, but somewhere else. If this is a form of lucid dreaming, you ought to be able to.

[She takes his hand carefully; it's a dream, so she's unlikely to fall, but then again, it's not as if taking his hand is a hardship. Which reminds her . . .]

. . . and as for my attraction to you. I've told you before, it goes both ways. I like it when you're human, and I like it when you're like this; I'm hardly going to deny I find you appealing.