Desire, lust, and flattery, he said – their stares should mean something to her. In reality, all their stares did was remind Raspberry that what they stared at was nothing but a magical illusion, one that cloaked the ugly soul she could never be rid of, that lay forever inside her. It took absolutely no work for her to keep her body in shape – she could gorge herself on cookies and ice cream all day and she would still look the same, still weigh the same... Hell, her body didn't even need nutrients to keep functioning – all it needed was Showan Lock, working hard to keep her beautiful twenty four seven. All she had to do was sacrifice her life source to do it. One day, it'd be the death of her.
So she said nothing, but only frowned, shaking her head. Instead, she worked to keep up with his swift movements across the dance floor, to make them seem natural, graceful. It was one thing, to be beautiful, but grace was something she had actually worked hard to pull off. Many dance lessons with the Director were finally paying off, for she looked – or at least, hoped she looked – like a natural on the dance floor. To be an informant, and to be female, meant that one had to use up their ladylike charm wisely, even the only other company she was looking to get information from was another informant himself. She wanted to know more about him, and his stance on this whole ordeal really, but if Raspberry was anything, she was patient, and enduring.
She laughed a little, softly, at his look of surprise, shaking her head. Did he call her noble? Her, noble, really? Quite honestly, Raspberry was as low as they came, was she not? She was naught girl who had wanted nothing more to be beautiful, and ended up spending the rest of her life as a chameleon, blending into the crowds.... But, if she could pull off 'noble' then she'd take what she could get. Either she was doing a bang-up job tonight, or he was pulling her leg... (He was probably pulling her leg, now that she thought more of it.) Still, she took his complement with ease. "It wouldn't – not really," she assured, smiling. "Maybe all one has to do is ask, and say please – 'with sugar on top?'" To think that he wasn'u playing a game with her would be foolish, but Raspberry had been playing this game for as long as she was beautiful. She wasn't about to trip up now.
Ah, and here they were – back to this mysterious man, who somehow knew she was magical, or at least, powered by magic. Could she hide it, he wanted to know, and Raspberry wanted to bit her lip in thought, but didn't. Could she hide Showan Lock's magical output? Well, she could do a system shutdown – but that would only turn off the function that acted as her second brain, and acted as a form of mental communication between her and the Director. But the Director wasn't responding, and while she did rely on the Lock to memorize more trivial things, she could do without it for one night, couldn't she?
Raspberry nodded, and relaxed her left arm, willing Showan Lock to shutdown. It did, and her arm was no longer warm, but the Lock was still pumping magical energy into her arm. However, the second brain function and communicator used more magic than the Lock did when it was sucking her life energy away. It was in 'cloaking' mode now, but it would turn on again if the Director decided that he wanted to speak with her, for whatever reason. Then, it would turn on in a heartbeat – but for now, her magical energy should be hidden. Unless the man actually was familiar with a Showan Lock, he should no longer be able to sense it fueling her being.
"I've hidden it, for the most part," she assured, after she was sure it had shut down. "There is a chance that the cloak might randomly turn off and on again – but the odds of that happening are slim." The Director just didn't care about her tonight, for whatever reason – and Raspberry hoped it would stay that way.