[Speaking with him as a man is infinitely more frustrating than when she had believed him to be an angel. That may be, though, that she was loathe to question his stance on a matter, to question his logic, when she had thought him to have the wisdom of the supernatural. Now, though, it seems she has nothing but questions and he nothing but vagaries and avoidance. She advances, he parries. It's maddening. And does absolutely nothing to quell her curiosity.

Her next note moves on from the current conversation entirely. Perhaps the abrupt change of subject will seem strange to him, but she thinks he's far more likely to be relieved.]

Angel, might we meet earlier than scheduled for my next lesson? I have been struggling with the aria for the new production.

[While she isn't lying, she also thinks he won't be able to be quite so cagey in person. Or perhaps he will. He is a strange man.]