"If you consider knowledge something you own, then yes." she smirked back at him, and took her time strolling through this underworld labrynth. The walls here glistened with a faint shimmer all along the walls, which glittered even more purposefully in chiseled recesses in the walls.
"Knowledge is key in the world of men." And she paused at the end of the hall where the path parted, and the center piece looked to be constructed of a circular block, which she now stepped on.
"Secrets, however, are the key to the world of women. Come, stand by me," she gestured. "And give me your hand." And she extended it, palm open.