The illusion of Cheshire still followed whatever expression he had, so the light note of pain in his smile was noticeable, but gone as soon as it was there. He'd seen the video feeds, for the club. He knew why no one could find out where she went and what she did. He also knew how much it must hurt her inside to now know.<br/><br/>"All little granny's and smart cars beware," he joked, "but if you don't have your health baby, you haven't got anything, have you?"<br/><br/>Cheshire smiled genuenly through his illusion, the willow wisp eyes just as expressive as his own, his face for a moment losing it's maddening quality. "Chin up and don't dawdle on something that important, will ya?" And then his mischievous grin returned as he added, "I'd hate for the my favorite female eye candy to lose even a smallest speck of beauty here, now wouldn't I?" The illusion then spun on it's heels and began walking in the other direction.<br/><br/>"Anyways," Cheshire said, "I think it's time to visit our favorite set of twins. Keep on with that bewitching smile." The illusion waved as it walked away, and then vanished, folding in on itself like a pack of cards in the hands of a card shark. Cheshire did this himself often, creating a wall of hologram between him and his intended target that would look like everything on the other side of him and making him look like he was gone. There was no real way to know if it was him or not...<br/><br/><br/><br/>In Dumas's spartan room, instead of a full body of Cheshire appearing, a large, lithe purple cat with black stripes slowly faded into existence, floating at about Dumas's head hight at the other end of the room. The cat smiled a wicked smile and spoke.<br/><br/>"How's my handsome hulking hunk of a security guard today? And his little imaginary brother?" he asked slyly. Cheshire liked playing with fire.<br/><br/>At the same time, the other illusion of Cheshire sat down at the bar and grinned at the mad women with the alcohol.<br/><br/>"You seem in a fine mood, my hat-clad mistress! What is the fine news today?" Cheshire asked. The Mad Hatter was always a fun women to talk with, regardless if she enjoyed it as much as he.