It fluctuates, although relying too much on it invites the mara curse, or so they say. Regardless, many have been the nights that she wakes up by lifting her face off a desk. Is Herta implying that it's starting to show?

"I take it it's a slow day for you?" Ruan Mei tilts her head, resting it on a fist while responding to Herta's staring with her own.

"You're the one with a fixation with productivity, so what are you getting out of this?" She shuffles a bit on the spot, simply adopting a more welcoming posture for Herta. One that also emphasizes the fact she's actually wearing nothing more than a shirt.

"Then I expect you to lay off me whenever you catch me idly glancing at you." A reproach. Ruan Mei is not the type to grow impatient. In fact, if left alone, she might as well get distracted with something else eventually. So she remains expectant of Herta's actions.

Very little. My body cannot be trained, as it will go back to its former state in no time. Now, let us switch or target to a more promising subject: you, and this gorgeous body we get little chance to explore.

Hypothetically, I would insist one more time before giving up on it.

Please.

Can we? Please.

I've had enough.

We're both Geniuses, Herta. It's futile to try and taunt me in such a way.

Are you the type to enjoy being taken by force?

That allowed Ruan Mei to raise her sight from her papers, giving her a nod of acknowledgement. Then she shuts the door behind the drake with the remote device on her wrist.

. . .

What a nice sight.

Foggs. . .

I have to hold back to an extent. I found I have conditioned my body to have a certain reaction with you around.

"Every time you appear, I end up taking your invitation to indulge. Now my body gets a disruptive reaction when you come around." Shaking her head in very mild distress.

"Not at all. Too fond, in fact. Restless, perhaps even a bit excited." Yet she's completely calm, even staring at her with her typicsl aloofness.