[She winces visibly and audibly at that. Stronger than the masquerade...? As if that wasn't powerful enough magic, she can't help wonder what today must have been like for him. He felt compelled to... gods forbid, smile at people, and socialize with them. Share details about his life when he is Mister "It's Classified" every other time.

So, if it were like the masquerade, then she can reasonably conclude that some of it was real. It had made her act on every impulse she had when she was under the influence of the cocktail, but did Eustace really have such impulses? What happened between them, maybe, but everything else?

Plus, he'd said all those things to her earlier, too... things that she hasn't forgotten...]

Well. [Her voice is sharp, back to the way it had been when they met again after the first incident, right back to Business. It's easier this way.] At any rate, you seem to be recovering. Let's not dwell on what happened and move forward? Unless you'd rather discuss it further.

[They've already talked this through for the most part.... and that seems like the best way to move past it is to just... do.

Clearing her throat loudly, Ilsa pushes herself off the bed.]

You should stay the night, though. Just in case.