"Ah," he repeats. "I suppose that would make sense, Messire Phaethon. What is this world that you hope to gain? A figure of speech or a separate world all its own? Or, perhaps, the world of you and your kin?" He smiles thinly and mirthlessly. "And regarding your earlier instructions: what qualifies something to be a 'base' pleasure by your standards? In Tiberium I heard that applied to what in my country would be a matter of religion, so forgive me if I do not know which standards apply to one of your kind."