"Insincerity has a place, with the nobility especially though in such instances they would take every care to look as sincere as possible." Hopping up from the table, her brows knit together, mouth pulling down at the corners as she sets a hand upon Pel's upper arm, not enough to be a squeeze but more deliberate than just a touch. "There are times when you must give no doubt, no doubt whatsoever that you are anything other than unreservedly theirs, you make assurances, of course you will investigate, how dreadful do people have no standards these days, if there is anything you can do...and you try to get away before they can make real demands that might try to hold you to."

And her own smirk appears as she settles back into being Araceli, weight slung on one hip, hands tucked back into the pockets of her coat.

"Being insincere has just as many merits and drawbacks as sincerity. At the moment, given the present situation," she's talking mage council here, she's not a member beyond waiting at the door for Korrin when it's done but she always listens, nothing since the Abomination has gone unnoticed, "insincerity with certain parties if done carefully leaves you with the odds in your favour."