[She wants to protest. She badly wants to protest, pointing out that the nature of their origins means they could be the product of his own fantasies.]

[But that change in subject is deeply tempting.]

I doubt they actually saw me before I awoke from stasis sleep. All they knew was that my castle was where the lions of Voltron were supposed to be kept, and that a woman was sleeping there, and... I suppose it's difficult to keep the details of the story straight over the course of 10,000 years.