"It is indeed," Mirage agreed, faintly smug. "That is what I am here for, after all."

He stretched a bit, before settling even further into the chair. If he got too comfortable, he might be tempted to recharge there.

"Well. He didn't mess up, per say. But he certainly couldn't hide his distaste at time. And you should have seen his face when you make your escape," Mirage grinned, leaning in conspiratorially.

"I think he was jealous."