"Illusions," Ruby repeated, turning that over in her mind. She'd become aware of magic as a somewhat tangible thing since she figured it was the only way to explain how she'd arrived her along with everyone else in the hotel, inexplicably, from other points in time and from other worlds. Speaking with someone who could manipulate and use magic was still a novel thing, though, and Ruby had never met an interesting man who wasn't additionally all the more interesting for being pleasant to look at, as well.

She smiled slightly, jokingly, and waved a hand at the entirety of his face and what upper body she could see over the edge of the table. "Is all of this an illusion?" She asked. "If so, it's a masterpiece. Kudos to you, Sir."