"That means you practically know everything about him," Arianna asked hopefully, tactically prying for information.
Beatrice smiled, then leaned closer, asking, "What exactly do you want to know about him?"
What exactly does she want to know about Marcel? How to kill him? His deadly secret she could use to threaten him?
As if.
Now she thought about it, Arianna realized how pathetic her situation was; her future looked bleak.
"You've not asked anything," Beatrice reminded her when she got lost in her reverie.
"Oh," Arianna came back to earth pretty quickly but her mind was blank. Beatrice would likely not answer the kind of question she had in mind and she didn't know the question to ask that wouldn't draw suspicion.
Then it hit her.
