[She lifts her head and squints at him when he levels that at her, unimpressed.]

Ah, forcing an immortal to learn the value of fleeting mortal instants...

[But taking shots at each other over it will hardly help. Reluctantly, she lets go, coming around the side of him and reaching to pour herself some wine too.]

I can't grant you oblivion. I can try to provide support, but you have to want it, or it'll be useless.