Analyzing: words, posture, facial expression, heat level, eye contact. 

Assessment: absolute embarrassment. Within expected rejection parameters. Unsurprising. Disappointing. But Unsurprising. Confession should be studied by scholars as one of the most severe crashes of all time. Nothing went correctly. Everything was awful. Everything has [i]been[/i] awful ever since. 

There, she has gone and said it. She does not wish to travel with me. Even a partnership is more than she can tolerate. As originally expected, my presence is an unwanted intrusion into her no doubt perfectly planned life. Naturally, after reconstruction efforts there would be considerable need for her talents to assist in restructuring and reorganizing Vespergift. It is clearer than quartz that she should want to remain in this place as long as she can. It is both selfish and unbecoming of my station to expect her to abandon that just for me.

...Why is she blushing like that? Doesn't that specific tone indicate personal embarrassment? Is she attracted to Yuki Edogawa? Very well. Then I should take this chance to organize the closet while she confesses the truth of her heart. A Maid's first duty is to--

"What did you... say?"

Eclair is agape. For the first time in a very long time she is utterly unable to contain herself (and it is a positive thing). Her hand lifts, half as if to ward off a blow and half as if she needs to grasp something to make it real. Her fingers stretch toward a promise and she realizes that they are trembling. 

"...Mayzie! Yes! Together, yes! Thank you! Yes!"

Those trembling fingers have found what they wanted to grasp, and it's Mayzie's hand. She pulls it closer, so caught up in this moment that the impropriety is lost on her. Friends! She wants to be friends! Partners, even! That's so far beyond the realm of her analysis and calculations that it doesn't even occur to her to be disappointed she's been romantically rejected. A thousand thoughts come rushing into her mind all in a tumble, and she holds on to precisely none of them. What does it matter? She has a partner now!

She is smiling. Eclair is smiling. Oh, Aurorae. She is [i]smiling[/i]. Not smirking or quietly reflecting or vaguely twisting her lips in a quiet, dignified way that renders her into an enigma, but full on grin-level smiling! She could almost hop, if that wasn't a level of shattered decorum too far for even this moment. Her eyes are similarly alight, to a degree that even through her mask it is possible to see them shining. Half with delight, half through tears that don't quite fall. Shimmering. Resplendent. 

Overjoyed.

"You and I together, there is no challenge we cannot overcome! There are so many notes I need to show you! I've kept them color coded, just like we--"

She stops as though she'd run into a wall. She releases Mayzie's hand, and then clears her throat into her own fist. Now her posture is straight and her feet are planted as though to hold up the world. For now, just for now, she must show her strength. When there is time, when they are alone, she can see if this radiance can be pulled out of her a second time. But Mayzie asked to be friends and partners. She must show her professionalism. 

"But that is, erm, f-for another time. I have promised Yuki Edogawa a lesson on swordsmanship, and I, ah. Did I neglect to mention she and I are acquaintances? She was of great assistance to me and I rendered what small aid I could in exchange. And we... ah."

She turns and offers Yuki a bow.

"I am forgetting myself. Milady, may I request we allow Mayzie access to the room you plan to use? Pleasantly scented though it may be, these mists are a sign of trouble and it is unbecoming of a knight to allow any lady to... that is, I would deeply prefer it if I knew that she was-- i-it is not a problem, is it?"

Eclair redoubles her efforts at standing as tall as possible. Her tail may be flicking at an uncontrollable pace, but that does [i]not[/i] mean she is blushing. Understand? It would be impossible to tell anyway, so there.