[Octavian's silent. He's pretending to ignore what she's saying, but he is listening, taking the information into account. He'll have to rip open another stuffed animal tonight to find out if this girl is worth his time at all.]

The children of Mars are fierce warriors, yes, but I have always found something a bit lacking in their brutish behaviors.

[And then something catches his attention.]

You have the gift of prophecy?

[Octavian smiles almost-wickedly at her.]

Prove it.