"Still your work. Perhaps the connections you made are already starting to crumble, leaving it unpredictable. Such poor workmanship..." She's still smirk, chin in the palm of her true hand, elbow proped up on the back of the chair. She considers throughing in another Expatriate, just to see if it can dig up under his skin anymore.

The smirk flickers for just a second when he comes back at her, before Mindfang gains control and rolls her eyes, snorting softly. "Does he? Mm, yes, he's such a darling boy isn't he. We've had quite a few good and long... chats" Not that anything had ever actually happened on those chats, but with the way she says it... Not like Darkleer really needs to know the truth does he?