Light a match

The woman bit the tip of her tongue behind closed lips to hide the cheshire smile that wanted to break free. Oh he was one of those... The “Have ye found Jeezis, or Pangur, or Odin (those always had been her favourite, Oh what’s my brother done this time? she would retort). Matilda Archer belonged to the Green, she was not for him, or his god, but she didn’t have to let him know that just yet. For one who had cut her teeth on, and made it almost her life’s mission to be a thorn in the side of the Emirate, religious zealots held a special place in her little dark heart. She just loved to toy with them. Her "Hmm," was a non-committal sound, face outwardly thoughtful, even in the dark. "what sorta power?” she probed. It was a flimsy promise to offer for obedience.

"speech".