“What something else would you recommend?”

"Spacewalk?"

“—congratulations, you have found limits to my adventurousness. For today.”

"Okay. We can revisit that. There's more zero-g games if you want or we can go back planetside and catch a music festival or whatever you like."

“I think I actually want something quieter!

“—Castle?”

"Castle it is!"

And they can deelevate down to Mars and zoom to her castle, which is pretty and veined in gold and quartz through the stones.

The details of the blocks are far subordinate to: castle.

It's a beautifully architected castle! They can circuit the outside before they go in.

Does it have a moat and arrow slits and murder holes?

It does! All of those! Although presumably the latter two are skeumorphic.

Oh come on, surely you can have a mock battle.

"Not in my house! I live here! If you like that kinda thing there's sets for it."

“I like seeing things put to their proper use!”

"I mean, I do have bows somewhere if you care to be shot at from the arrow slits."

“Didn't I just say that I was feeling less adventurous for now?”

"It might have been more appealing than the spacewalk! Do you wanna play with lightsabers instead? They're safe."

“Well, what I thought I wanted was a tour of gratuitously fantastical-or-historic architecture followed by finding a quiet spot somewhere within that to think, but let's do that first!”

"I can walk you through the castle on the way to lightsabers."

She does. It's a castley castle; it has all the modern Martian conveniences but tucked away or in the form of silver robot dragons.

High towers! Deep dungeons! Courtyards! Crenellations!

“Have you got a throne room?”

"I could furnish the entryway that way but I haven't."

“Secret passages? Bedrooms fit for enchanted sleepers and foolish young princes?”

"I do have secret passages but I do not show them to people because they are secret. Guest rooms are totally available. And here's where I keep the lightsabers."

And the rest of her extensive armory, but what she grabs is lightsaber hilts. "Grabs" meaning "holds out her hand towards". One slaps into her palm.

He acquires his own similarly.

“But will you choose to yield your secrets — or your life?”, he exaggeratedly growls.

And then adds in a normal voice, “Though I have no idea what I'm doing here, I should point out.”

"That's fine. I do, and if you do manage to hit your head or something you'll be okay. Sabers themselves are safe."

She lights hers up. It doesn't sound very safe. It looks golden and deadly.

He lights his and makes a vaguely recognizable attempt at a suitable stance!