[ A little smile, ] I can sing very well, not that it's the same as being a siren. Opera. The human who owned me and my twin wanted to test my abilities, so he taught me voice and violin and cello, many languages, to paint and sculpt, to fence. They didn't feed me enough for my speed and strength to be anything like they are now, of course.

Chevaliers are required for a new Queen, yes. The opposite Queen's Chevaliers, specifically. Since my sister and all her Chevaliers are gone, any new ones I make wouldn't do a bit of good there. And --

Well. It's an extreme form of love. Losing them causes an extreme form of grief. [ Speaking of grief. Like him right now, she can't let it in. She won't survive it. ]

I do occasionally take voluntary servants. Most don't have the temperament for it, but some do. And of those that have the disposition, few of those are strong enough. [ Her Servants, be they biological or chosen, will be worthy of the title, thank you very much. ]