Fractal assumes a thougtful demeanor. He must think of how to proceed and what step to take, and maybe it's not good to show what his mind is devising.
At least, he is glad that Mayuri started playing. Focusing on the music helps easing the pain of the high pitch sound.
Although he could not open himself to the geisha, he needed some kind of advice. He knew that the noise was influencing his mind, so he needed to know how stupid his plans were.
@Lips: "Well, well, Mr. Lips, it seems that our Madame Kikuya is an old venerable lady full of memories and values. That's something to our advantage: she seems to be wanting to replay the high points of her life in young Mayuri here. A sad thing, but one that can be just emotionally abandoned, if we can play her right chord. I'd like to have another possibility, but I'm glad to hear that - she is not inflexible, just idealistic."
While she spoke of Yoshiro, Fractal drifted to another places... that guy does not seem to be a trod were he could walk, or at least, not without preparation. And time was of the essence. He took some moments to concentrate on the nanotattoo canister on his suit pocket. Was his idea worth a shot? He had four of this one - the one he is carrying in his pocket, the one in Omar van's, and two others at home. He needed just one or two for what he intended to do; but that was just a first idea, that was just now starting to form.
"So ka." That was his only response for a full minute. He let himself lose his concentration on the melody of the shamisen... It was not always that one of his jobs broght him to art, so he might as well enjoy. And then he forced himself to came out of his semi-trance and talk: "Listen well, Mayuri. Not once during this entire minute I was not working on a way to help you, but the fact is that I'm swimming among possibilities... Ideas that have yet to be take form. I am concerned on how to best approach the problem at hand. As far as I'm concerned, it seems easier to create a false situation, to deceive one of this two people in letting you out. And I'd rather deal with Madame Kikuya than Yoshiro. But she seems to be a sympathetic figure, I'm I wrong? It does not seem that we need to deceive her, but I'd like to have an ace on my sleeve. Do you understand?" Fractal was friendly enough to mantain a stern face, as if evaluating the music; his voice, contraty to his face, was reassuring. "I'm sorry if I bother you, but I need you to be frank: you said that maybe we could be more convincing in talking to Madame Kikuya than your are, yet you are one of the greatest geishas in Denver, and worth of her attention." - in that, Fractal let it be clear that her fame was know to him, and else let a bit of flattery appear on his discourse - "Where do you put your trust in us when you say we can be more succesful whan you were? Also, how emotionally driven do you take Madame Kikuya to be? I'd like to hear your opinion, since you must be experienced in interpreting people's souls from behind their eyes." He takes a deep breath, as if content to make the appointments he just did and to listen to the music which changes with the state of Mayuri own inner self, and then concludes: "Lastly, I'd like you to tell me what it is that suddenly makes it grows in you that desire to exit the karyūkai*? How come one of the most beautiful flowers in this garden - and the seemingly most well-adapted one - finds out that her real place is not in this ground, but elsewhere, without thinking ill of the gardener. Where's the origin of you desire to go out, Mayuri-kun?" Fractal had no shame of using a caring verbal contruction directed for young people to Mayuri; after all, he was an elf, and he could well seem older that anyone in the room.
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*karyūkai = the flower and willow world; the reality in which geishas are supposed to live, apart from the banal world where the casual things happen.
