Her madness seems as controlled as his, although rather than stamped out, she's worked it into her normal psyche, embracing it rather than abandoning it, and letting it vent itself, in moments like this. She glances around for a second, then smirks. "A discussion like this needs a change of... mood," she says, then seems to focus on a spot over his shoulder and behind him, nodding slightly, as she gestures. The rest of the party seems to melt away; not gone, as he can still see and hear them, but they seem to be enclosed in their own pocket of the world. Everything seems to take on a softer hue, and quiet, but also slightly disquieting, music plays softly in the background. He also feels something else change, but he can't quite put a finger on it.<br/><br/>"Much better. Now, have you ever considered how far your powers truly extend?" she asks, quietly, though clearly, obviously insinuating something.