[but she's a nerd that will rule a continent, excuse you, remrem]

Thanks for the descriptive response, I wanted to imagine that particular mental image! What would I do without you.

[Not imagine that, in the first place, which she'd have prefered. The Lady stands up from her seat. Hardly anyone will ask him that, huh? That so?]

That's what you think, but they're still thinking we're married. I'm starting to hold a grudge because of that, Rembrandt, you fool. Lucrezia never forgets her grudges.

[She talked more than she expected. She had planned to complain a bit, give the order about the lamp posts, and make her exit, but instead she got distracted. Well at least it wasn't boring, she can concede that much.

Without even bothering to give a 'see you later', she steps out of the confessional. Byyyye, Rembrandt]