(uncomfortable silence)
Seph: Please, Nessa. I just... I just feel how I feel.Nessa: (sigh) You always did have the worst taste in men.
Nessa: Why can't you find a NICE fairy to fall in love with? Someone who isn't... oh, I don't know... A TRAINED KILLER?
Seph: Oh yeah, someone who dated a crazy man like Prince Tarl should be telling ME to have better taste in fae.
(more uncomfortable silence)
Nessa: Tarl was a mistake. And I would want to keep you from making the same one I did.
Seph: Come here. Even if this is a mistake, I need to see where it goes. And I hope you'll love me even if I date someone as awful as Tarl.
Nessa: He might not be as bad as Tarl. Lenore certainly thinks very highly of him. And I will always love you, Seph. You're like a sister to me. Maybe a big dumb sister with bad taste in men. But you stood by me through everything with Lenore and the court, I will stand by you if you want to date a psycho.
Seph: Um... thanks, sort of.
Nessa: And when you start having children, and your complexion and your figure go, I will finally be prettier than you. So I guess that makes it all okay. (smiles)
Seph: HEY! (laughing)