"How do you mean it doesn't exist? Even the concept is foreign to you, or is it just that no one believes in it?" He sounds curious rather than offended, but she may be used to that from him by now. Balthazar doesn't feel that anyone's faith, or lack thereof, is his problem.

He shrugs and pats her hand. "Evidently it wasn't intentional. I've never even dreamed before I got here, so I don't mind sharing the experience. Let's see if the dining hall is still open. Maybe I can get you a glass of champagne."