Barrow's smile broadens imperceptibly as he tries not to notice Tiffany twirling her hair, and then even moreso as she hedges around saying what she's thinking.

"That's exactly the sort of thing I mean," he reassures her, "the more pathetic and frivolous the better, I say. That's what fantasies are for. But--"

He holds up one halting finger, "we don't know that Riftwatch won't ever need us over there around Satinalia. A very attainable thing, I'd say."