[The illusion dropped like water flowing down, and there he stood, missing the usual finery, dressed in simple Midgardian wear. Ease of blending in, possibly, or just another cheerful play on his situation. His posture remained the same, and if her words had struck any true chords, it was impossible to say. The face had changed, but the expression of bemusement had not.] You mistake me, Lady Natasha. Trickery is not a coward's game, as you well know.
[The floorboards began to move. Real? Not Real? They were trembling at the edges of the room, then their edges began to lift, and then they slowly began to peel away, disintegrating into ash as they pulled apart, gradually moving in her direction. Below was only darkness.]