[ Boy, that's one obvious hook. He's pretty sure this is the only time the Lady's come up in anything but passing.

And this context... actually, this is pretty funny. No, wait, this is really funny. It takes a second, but Erik starts laughing—or maybe it's closer to giggling—before turning his head and laughing into his hand. He waves his hand at Rembrandt as if to say "wait, stop."

When he's done, he leans back with an amused exhale. ] Sorry, I promise, it wasn't you. [ A beat. ] Okay, it was, but not in a bad way. Just... man, what a line! I couldn't help myself.

You were saying something about her and power?