Minzy sat patient in the tree, blank faced as she watched. "He knows who feeds him." She stated simply. She made no mention of his true form either. "He knows who will starve him if's not."
She made the silence drawn out and awkward with hint to her thoughts. "Was the illusion topical? Or was clothing formed as well as the body beneath it?" Minzy meant to do as she told Fleece, give her own report on his power's worth.
"Can you keep the illusion when it counts?" She asked second. "Can you use his voice? Can you mimic his manners? Do you know enough about him to imitate his powers in a battle and not lose the disguise? Do you realize what you could do if you could impersonate anyone?" She was still speaking frank, not showing signs of Minzy's usual spite, but she was ready to test one of her questions out for herself. "Do it again."