"Let's chat for a moment, my dear," said Breagadoir, interrupting Titania's guitar playing.

"You know how much I adore your attempts to reflect the beauty that I've always admired in Harlequin Goth, right?"

She nodded, "Yes, darling, I know."
"Well," he began,

"Harlequin herself looks a whole lot more like her," he said, even as Harlequin herself walked through the door.

"What?!?!?" she gasped. "She's not..." then she turned to the resurrected Harlequin, "You died. You were dead. I read the book. I know you died...
I am Breagadoir's love.
I am his real-life Harlequin, not you!"

"Nice try, wannabe," Harlequin taunted the fairy, "but there's only one Harlequin"
"Why would Breagadoir want a nasty old hag like you when he already has all of this," Titania replied.
Harlequin responded without words.

"Fine," replied Titania, not willing to try fighting Harlequin off, "let's just let Breagadoir decide, shall we?"

He made his decision.