A change of heart implies I want this. I no more want this, than I want to transform into Nidhogg himself. She is forcing my hand, pray do to entertain the thought that any of this is a choice.

[He seethes as he speaks, a sharpness to his voice that is usually saved for those he sees as enemies to strike down. Or moogles. But those could fall into the same category.]

I suppose I could, but I've no practice of such, and even less desire to do so.

[If Aymeric looks closely, he can see some fresh scratches on him, clearly evidence of his window-based blunders.]