"Oh, it isn't, is it?" Reala smirked back, mirroring NiGHTS expression as perfectly as only he knew how. "Why, my dear NiGHTS, haven't you learned by now that everything you do is my business?" Gleaming blue eyes moved over NiGHTS, the expression almost possessive or predatory, and he moved in a slow arc, gold sparkles swirling underfoot as he circled her for a thorough examination. "Such a brave face you're putting on, and yet you have so little to say.... I wonder~...."

He drew out the sing-song into an almost sinister drawl--the circle was almost more like a spiral in nature, each movement along his orbit bringing him even closer in his invasion of her personal space. "I wonder.... Just how much would you tell someone whose business it was, hmm? Or can you say anything at all? Perhaps you don't even know yourself...."