She eyes the principality with unparalleled contempt. Does it mean to imply that she would require such mortal forms of sustenance? The very notion is disgraceful. Clearly it has no conception of all that she is.

"I require nothing," the God-King replies dismissively, surveying the miserable world in which she stands and wondering when she will be able to return to her world of Hell and violence, "save the decapitated heads of my enemies, crushed beneath my heel."

She doubts the principality will be a useful commodity in obtaining such things. In contrast to their previous meeting, it seems disappointingly averse to engaging her in noble combat once more. Illyria would have liked to see the outcome of such a battle.